Diary of a Prostitute

[Prelude]
My husband is getting old, especially lately. His health is deteriorating. He brought up the old story again. He wants to find a woman to take care of him. I always opposed it before, but it never came to fruition. A while ago, he brought it up again. He wants to remarry my mother, and I couldn't object anymore. Although I feel he's no different from other women. My husband and mother have been divorced for almost ten years.
I'd say I'm from a wealthy family; my husband used to be a technician in a factory in the north. In 1992, he went south to do business. Back then, factory work was a stable job, but when he quit to start his own business, he had a fight with my grandparents. He eventually divorced my mother and went south alone. He was lucky; he made a fortune. Because he married late and had children even later—I was almost 40 when I was born—and doctors proved he couldn't have any more children, so having many women wouldn't help. In the end, he went back north and desperately tried to get me to come back.
The summer my husband proposed remarrying me, I returned to the city I hadn't visited in 15 years. I was only five when I left, and I'd almost forgotten everything about it. My husband told me he'd passed through the city the previous year. He learned my grandfather had passed away, went to pay his respects, and discovered my mother was still single. But he hadn't expressed any interest in pursuing her.
He meant for me to come and see her first. After all these years, he'd had a constant stream of women around him, but none of them had produced a child. He'd had his fill of playing around and just wanted someone by his side.
[The Beginning]
In this world, you're bound to have romantic encounters. I checked into the city's only five-star hotel and booked the largest suite, which had been vacant for a long time. That very night, I easily hooked up with the front desk manager. I don't like escorts anymore; I prefer part-time office ladies and respectable women. Compared to them, the front desk manager wasn't a professional, making the experience more enjoyable. Besides providing sexual services, she also entertained and chatted with me. She even introduced other staff members to join us. Those few days were incredibly exciting; I was so engrossed that I forgot all about my mother.
I spent several days visiting various upscale establishments. I suggested we try something special, like grilled skewers, which seemed pretty popular online. That night, the receptionist and I sat at a skewer stall. The woman was frantically wiping the table and chairs with tissues, muttering about how dirty and deserted it was… It was one of those skewer stalls everywhere in the provincial capital, and it was still early, so there weren't many people…
The two of us ate our skewers and drank ice-cold beer. Then, oblivious to everyone else, we started flirting.
We flirted for a while. As the night deepened, people started sitting at the next table. Two women. One was older, probably in her forties. But she had long, curved eyelashes and a very pale face—you could practically earn two pounds of bleach from a shave. She wore a tight pink bodysuit that barely covered her breasts, which thankfully weren't small enough to support them. Her low-cut top made her large, fleshy breasts almost burst out. She wore a short black skirt, her thighs sticking out. When she sat down on the plastic chair, I was worried the chair wasn't very sturdy… The other woman was probably in her thirties too. She wasn't wearing makeup, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. It was July, but the woman was still wearing gray trousers, a slightly faded floral shirt, and old sandals—her attire loudly proclaimed her stressful life. Although the clothes were a bit worn, they were neat. The woman had large eyes, wore old-fashioned glasses, had an oval face, and a high nose. Although she was a bit older, with high cheekbones, she still had a delicate appearance. The
two women sat down. The one with the more worldly air ordered two bottles of Harbin beer and some meat skewers. The woman with glasses quickly said she didn't want beer, but kvass. Then they sat down and chatted.
As they talked, they heard voices from the next table. The woman, with a loud voice, said, "...Sister, it's not that I don't want to lend you money, I'm just short on cash these days... Actually, I'm capable. It's not hard for a woman to earn money... Just ask me... and your daughter's tuition will be covered, and your parents' hospital bills will be covered too... Don't be shy, sister... Actually, I thought the same way you did back then... When my husband told me about this, I almost beat him to death... But after trying it twice... Money comes faster outside, and men might be more motivated than those at home... Women, you only have a few decades, don't let yourself suffer... Lie down on the bed, spread your legs.
It's so easy... Like me, I now own two houses, both in Jianguo Residential Area..." "District..." "...Sister, if I do it...can I get some money in advance?" "Girl, there are rules in this business. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't break the rules...You know, there are still quite a few guys who like our age...The other day, Old Liang, who runs a courier shop on Xi'an Road, told me that he likes your type...He runs several courier points in our city, and he has four small trucks on the road. He has more than a dozen workers, and the police chief is his buddy...He'll make money after two rounds...Old Liang said he'll give you your first time. He'll give you 1000 for your first time...no, 1200..." I looked at the next table and lit a cigarette. I leaned close to the girl's ear: "...Hey, look over there.
There's a pretty girl there..."
"...Wow, so old. You're really not picky..." "...Eat too much meat, have some vegetables. I've been drowning in your water these past few days. Want to get ashore?" The receptionist's bright red nail polish dug into the boy's thigh, rotating it 180 degrees... "...Ouch...be gentle...I'm just complimenting you..."
"...Yesterday's introduction was to my colleague and friend. I don't know this girl...how are you going to calculate it..."
"...The introduction fee is double..."
I coaxed the girl for a while, then told her the price I had in mind. The girl glanced at me, then reached under the table and pinched my penis. She stood up and walked towards the next table... "Slut, born to sell herself. It's a waste of her talent to be a receptionist..." The two women at the next table looked at the girl warily—but quickly relaxed. This girl really has the talent to be a manager in a karaoke bar.
"...Sister, we're both from Hannan Province, about 2000 kilometers away. One in the south, one in the north, who'll recognize each other in a couple of days, right...? This lady is introducing business, she won't let you do it for free. Here's 500, as a thank you for coming all this way, it must be tiring... Hmm, this young lady's family urgently needs money, right? We'll be here for the next few days. You can stay with us for a few days, we'll pay in two installments... Yes, but my man likes to do art, taking photos and recording videos... Don't worry, sister..." The two women listened to the teacher's words, their eyes occasionally glancing at my table. I raised my beer and smiled brightly. The young woman blushed and turned her head away. The prostitute adjusted her collar, pulling it down even lower, her big eyes looking at me with a lecherous gaze. Her lips, which looked like they were stained with blood and bore two rows of teeth marks, pouted. I felt a little nauseous and spat the skewers in my mouth onto the road. The skewers here seemed really stale... Soon, the deal was settled. The woman made up her mind. The prostitute was unhappy, but considering the extra 300 points, she left. She gave me a resentful look as she left. I was really eager to get back to the hotel, like a purebred Alpine boar was chasing me…
We got into the car together, the beautiful woman staring out the window. The streetlights weren't very bright tonight, and the trees along the roadside weren't clearly visible. They looked menacing, like monsters jumping out of a TV screen.
"…I actually got into that car…with a complete stranger…" All sorts of stories from the news flooded her mind. Things like finding naked female corpses in the bushes, etc.
And her second husband was in poor health; he'd barely had sex in the years before his death. And today she was going to sleep with a young boy. All of this was unimaginable just a few days ago. The woman secretly glanced at the boy sitting next to her; his profile was sharply defined. He was a handsome young man; he shouldn't be a bad person, right?
But the woman quickly laughed at herself. They're both old, and all they had was 200 yuan. They were broke, and they weren't even worried about being robbed. That young man just gave Sister Zhao 800 yuan. After getting on the bus, he paid me 5000 yuan. Sister Zhao said that someone my age is worth at most 200 yuan. If it weren't for Old Liang on the street… that Old Liang is too lecherous. He always looks at people with a lecherous eye. Wait a minute, why would he be so generous with 1200 yuan?
Something's wrong…
The woman was lost in thought when the car arrived at the hotel. She was a little surprised; it really was a five-star hotel.
Upon reaching the room, the front desk manager opened the door and swayed as he went in first. The woman hesitated, her sandals rubbing against each other…
I gently pushed the beautiful woman's hand behind her back, noticing her hesitation. “…Come in, sister, you're all here. Come in and have something to drink before we talk.” This hotel suite was about the size of a three-bedroom apartment. It had a living room, a master bedroom, and a dining room. The layout was similar to a presidential suite. But unlike those in first-tier cities, the decor here was more like a themed suite. Presidential suites in first-tier cities have more of an executive office feel. But here… there were many mirrors, many sex toys. The various decorations were more geared towards making people have sex here…
Looking at the decor, the beautiful woman felt a little more at ease. This was a wealthy person, not some criminal. But the woman started to worry again. Going to the room meant that soon it would begin… begin that… The thought made her heart tremble again. Was she really going to sell herself this time?
Her mind was in turmoil, and she followed the woman into the master bedroom in a daze. The room was dimly lit. There was a red carpet on the floor. The walls, except for numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrors, were painted red, covered with huge lip prints. Most incredibly, the bathroom had no door; it was open, facing the large bed. A person lying in bed could see another person showering or defecating inside. The room was probably over 40 square meters. In the center was a large, round bed. Above the bed was a round mirror on the ceiling; when someone was doing something on the bed, they could see their reflection below. In one corner of the room was a massage chair, and next to it, a shelf held various items, including what looked like whips. There was also a tall shelf with red ropes hanging down. What were those for?
The woman had never seen the room's decor or furnishings before. But the atmosphere… the beautiful woman really wanted to turn around and leave.
"...Or...you should ask someone else...I...could you lend me the money now? I'll leave my ID with you as collateral, is that alright...?"
"...Sister, sit down for a bit. Want something to drink?"
"...This..."
"...Let's watch TV for a while..."
the girl said. She turned on the TV and pulled the beautiful woman to sit on the bed. The service industry, so attentive.
I opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and handed them to the two beauties...
"...Have a drink first, calm down..."
the girl gently patted the beautiful woman's shoulder...
"...I'll go run the toilet...take a shower first..."
I called the front desk and asked the restaurant to send up two Western dishes...
While I was busy, the beautiful woman sat on the bed, head down. Her two legs were tightly clenched...clenched until they turned white. Her two thighs were crossed, and her two bare feet were rubbing against each other. She didn't dare look up, she must have been very nervous... Suddenly, she looked up and said, "...Old...Young comrade. Am I going to spend the night here?" "Yes, sister. Let's take a shower together first. Then have something to eat...we'll talk about the rest later..."
"The rest of the money..."
"...Do you want it now? I'll give it to you now..."
"...Oh, no...oh, if it's convenient for you...oh, or tomorrow...I, I, I need to make a call first..."
The beautiful woman took out an old Nokia phone and walked to the French windows. Outside the window was a small bay, with a ring of lanterns illuminating the beach. On the other side of the small bay was a newly built residential area. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the lights of countless homes…
“Mom, I… um… I can’t come back tonight… Hang in there for now. I’ll… come back tomorrow. If there’s anything you can’t do, ask the old lady in the next bed for help. Or call a nurse; they have to be on duty all night. I’m at Sister Zhao’s; she said she’ll borrow some money from her friend tonight… It might be very late… Mom can’t come back tonight… Take good care of Grandma…”
The beautiful woman hung up the phone, and I went over. I gently hugged her, feeling her body tremble slightly. She tried to pull away from my embrace. But it didn't work...
"...Sister, my name is Li Xiaolu. What's your name...?" "...I...I'm Fan Hanmei..."
"...Then I'll call you Sister Mei...Sister Mei, I'll only stay here for two days...I'll go back to the South in two days...and then nobody will know anyone..." "
...People come and go like wild geese, events leave no trace like spring dreams...Living well is a beautiful dream, why leave regrets..."
Sister Mei turned around and looked at me, wanting to say something. But she opened her mouth and fell silent.
At this moment, the girl came out. Smiling, she said, "...You two are getting together. The water's ready...I'll go back first...you two can chat..."
The door closed gently, leaving only Sister Mei and me in the room.
Only the sound of the television echoed in the room. Sister Mei and I sat on the bed. Sister Mei gripped the stem of the wine glass tightly with both hands. The wine in the glass swirled violently.
I regretted it a little; I really shouldn't have stayed in such a suite. It wasn't like this before. Before, in other places, as long as I said I was staying in the presidential suite of a hotel... Many girls would subtly suggest coming up for the night. Upon entering, they'd be initially impressed. They'd wander around the suite, snapping photos here and there with their phones. They'd readily undress, quickly. But getting dressed was a problem. In the morning, they often refused to put their clothes back on, saying they wanted to sleep a little longer.
Many married women were like that too. But tonight was different; it was a respectable woman—she seemed quite frightened and wanted to run away…
I gently put my arm around Sister Mei's shoulder, showering her with sweet words. But Sister Mei seemed a little dazed; I didn't know if she heard me. For some reason, tonight I didn't want to force myself on her. I hadn't coaxed a woman like this in a long time.
But after a while, the woman nodded, as if she had made up her mind. I tentatively said, "…Sister Mei, let's change and go inside…don't be afraid…" The woman nodded again.
After saying that, I turned and walked away. I started undressing. Sister Mei gritted her teeth, walked to the bed, and lowered her head. She began to undress herself. She was a very meticulous woman; although her clothes were old… But she still took off her clothes one by one, neatly folding them on the bed. Before, she'd worked as an escort, frequented clubs. Most girls liked to leave their clothes on the hotel chairs. Some even went for a wilder approach, leaving underwear and panties scattered all over the floor.
A woman folding her underwear before bed… this was the first time I'd ever seen that.
I thought Sister Mei must be a rather traditional woman. Her underwear was all old-fashioned. Actually, there are plenty of sexy cheap underwear. You can tell a lot about a woman's personality from her underwear… I walked over and gently put my arm around Sister Mei's waist. Sister Mei's waist wasn't thin, even a bit thick, but she was very tall… about my height, so it appeared thin rather than thick. Her breasts were large, but they looked very proportionate against her height. They were a little saggy, but the nipples perked up again. These were naturally bell-shaped breasts.
Sister Mei didn't push away my hand from her waist, just kept her head down and didn't look at me. We walked into the bathroom together.
The floor was a little slippery, so I helped Sister Mei into the pool. We lay flat in the bathtub, hot water gushing out from all four sides, creating a bubbling, money-filled pool. Our legs were tucked together. Mei pulled herself closer to the edge of the tub, trying to keep her thighs from touching mine.
I wasn't in a hurry. The night was long; this was a main course. We had to savor it slowly.
The bathtub here had a unique design. There were small tables on either side, convenient for couples to place things like wine while bathing together. Of course, I brought my wine with me. I handed Mei a glass.
"Here, sis. Let's clink glasses..."
Mei and I clinked glasses briefly, and she took a small sip. Then she lowered her head again. I held the glass in one hand and reached around behind her with the other, putting my arm around her back. Mei had a glass in her hand, so it wasn't convenient for her. She nudged me a couple of times with her shoulder and then stopped. I turned around and looked at Mei's profile. Her hair was styled in a bun, revealing a long, slender, swan-like neck. My left hand, which was around Mei, gently rested on her shoulder. I could feel the smooth, delicate skin beneath my palm. Her skin was better than many young girls, much better. Those girls, who spent years smoking and drinking, frequenting nightclubs and karaoke bars, didn't have good skin.
"Sister, your neck is beautiful."
"Um… thank you…"
Mei still didn't look up. I had to change the subject.
"…Actually, I was born here. But I went to the south for over ten years…" "…Ah?"
Mei gently raised her head, glanced at me, and then lowered it again.
"...My dad took our family to the south back then... Luckily... we went into business early... otherwise things wouldn't have been so good later. All the workers were laid off... I remember that year, we were having New Year's Eve dinner at a hotel, and there was some bastard named Huang Hong on TV yelling: 'Workers should think about the country, if I don't get laid off, who will?' My dad was so angry he turned off the TV, saying that guy was a real grandson..."
Sister Mei's eyes reddened as she listened. After drinking some red wine, she opened up. She talked about many things from her past, for example. Her first husband had also gone into business during those years and took their son with him. I guess her son is about my age now. Later, she married a worker from the factory. That worker's wife had also died, leaving her with her daughter alone. There was nothing she could do, since she was a divorced woman. Although she was the factory's beauty queen, the men in the factory only had eyes for her body and didn't want to marry her. But she could only settle for an honest man. Who knew that a few years later, the whole family would be laid off. Including her father, her mother, her, and her husband. They used all the money from their buyout of seniority to open a small shop, but it went bankrupt after only a few years. Officials and soldiers all came to rob them. Her husband couldn't hold on and left his daughter behind. The old lady, however, stubbornly persevered until last year. Even her father passed away. When misfortune strikes, even drinking water can be a problem. Yesterday, her mother was also hospitalized. She needs surgery… I listened to Sister Mei's words, occasionally interjecting. As Sister Mei spoke, I slowly tightened my grip on her arm. Sister Mei's body gradually leaned towards me, her head resting on my shoulder. She even started to put her feet on mine.
I listened attentively, occasionally kissing Sister Mei's temples. We clinked glasses. Two glasses of red wine were quickly downed. Sister Mei's previously tense body relaxed.
Soaking in the hot water, Sister Mei's fair skin had already turned slightly red. Two snowballs floated halfway on the water's surface, spray drifting between their cleavage. Two slightly rosy nipples on their chests peeked faintly from the bubbles.
I held her tighter and tighter, my lips moving from her temples to her cheeks, to her neck. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I pulled Mei's face down and gently pecked her lips. Mei closed her eyes. But I only looked at her delicate face, without continuing. Mei was a little surprised. She opened her eyes, her gaze watery, and saw a face before her that seemed to be smiling but wasn't. She was a little shy, and kicked me lightly underwater. I suddenly pressed my lips to hers, my tongue slipping inside. Mei was a little flustered; her tongue stiffened, passively responding to my tongue's movements. My hands rested on her chest, my fingers circling her areolas. Then I slowly grasped her breasts, rubbing them, white bubbles rising between my hands and Mei's breasts.
At this point, Mei began to react. Her tongue found its rhythm, entwining with mine. I could feel her legs starting to press against mine beneath the bubbles. At that moment, Xiaoxiao, as if on cue, hugged me from behind, massaging my back from her breasts.
I put one arm around Sister Mei, and with the other, I stroked down her breasts into the water, then her navel, and finally to the observation point in the dense forest ditch. Sister
Mei tensed, her hand gripping my hand. She opened her eyes, looking at me, biting her lip.
I didn't rush, and gently whispered in her ear, "Sister, sit in front of me... I'll scrub your back." Sister Mei sat on my lap, her back to me. I rubbed her slightly bony back a couple of times with the sponge. I could see the sides of her breasts from under her armpits. I didn't continue scrubbing her back, but instead wrapped my arms around her from behind. I held her two bell-shaped breasts in my hands, stroking their lower edges. Two drops of water clung to my fingers.
I tightened my arms, pulling Sister Mei closer to me. Sister Mei sat directly on my lap. My brother was already rock hard, but Mei Jie's buttocks pressed against my stomach. I could feel Mei Jie's firm labia on my thighs. She was a woman who had worked hard for many years. Her hands kneaded her breasts. My hardness gently touched Mei Jie's lower back and buttocks from behind. One hand sneaked down, but Mei Jie only symbolically pulled me. My hand easily covered Mei Jie's vulva, combing through the wet pubic hair.
Mei Jie's pubic hair was thick and shaped like an inverted triangle. Now it was pressed against Mei Jie's lower stomach. My fingers teased Mei Jie's lips, and my fingertips gently pinched her clitoris. Mei Jie's body trembled slightly, and my fingertips were covered with a slightly sticky liquid. Oh, Mei Jie started to get wet, she was aroused. This woman's body was quite sensitive; it seemed she hadn't had a man in a long time. She was the kind who would get aroused at the slightest touch.
The bathtub, the bubbles, the red wine, the relatively harmonious and light conversation made Mei Jie a little intoxicated. The full-body contact, the stimulation of sensitive areas, awakened Sister Mei's body. I kissed her earlobe, whispering in her ear in a dreamlike voice, "Sister, lift your buttocks a little..." Sister Mei seemed hypnotized, gently lifting her buttocks. I held her waist with one hand and my penis with the other. I
thrust my glans towards her vaginal opening. The glans gently parted her labia. Sister Mei suddenly woke up, trying to lift her buttocks. But my hand holding her waist pulled her body down. The thick, hard penis pierced through the tunnel, fully inserted...
"...Mmm!..."
"...It hurts..."
We both groaned simultaneously...
I could feel my penis going from the head to the full length. First, a small mouth sucked the tip, penetrating in. The walls of the vagina tightly squeezed my penis. Instinctively trying to push the intruder out, my penis was tightly wrapped in warm, wet fluid. I couldn't help but compare Sister Mei to other women. It wasn't a matter of lightness or tightness. My glans sank deep into the tunnel, a sucking sensation spreading across my head. I'd never experienced anything like this in real life, though Japanese manga had depicted similar scenes. The tunnel's walls felt like layers of rubber bands, encircling my penis.
If I had to describe it in one word—as some have fantasized about in martial arts novels—"a thousand rings encircling the moon" would be more apt. The walls weren't still; they undulated rhythmically like the tides. Yes, this was a professional skill only trained prostitutes possessed. But they were all very relaxed—it was all natural.
The ultimate woman—without any movement, without any thrusting, she already aroused a volcanic eruption.
Sister Mei was also feeling uncomfortable; she hadn't had sex with a man for years. The walls seemed glued together, and suddenly a hot iron rod tore apart the inner walls from the outside… Sister Mei sat quietly on me, motionless. I wondered how Sister Mei felt, but I was confident in myself. I kneaded her soft breasts with both hands, shaping them like dough. Her lower abdomen had become a little fuller, but not fat. It's soft and comfortable.
I kissed the beautiful woman's back, her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe. I murmured softly in my sleep, "Baby, you're such a baby. I...I really don't want to let go...I've never played with a pussy like this before..." Sister Mei leaned softly against my chest, the iron rod deep inside her like a red-hot iron bar. Heat traveled from the rod to the vaginal walls, surging out in waves. Vaginal walls - vagina - uterus - lower abdomen - whole body. Sister Mei felt her body, all the moisture flowing downwards. The itchy, hot sensation inside her vagina made her twist her waist, the vaginal walls rubbing against the rod. It felt like scratching an itch, the more you scratched, the itchier it got... I felt the beauty on my thighs. Her firm, round buttocks turned like a millstone, the woman's juices like soy milk flowing from the millstone's cracks, seeping down under the pressure of the vaginal walls and the rod. The tunnel became lubricated. The entrance of her vagina gripped the base of the rod, squeezing and releasing with the rotation of her buttocks, a surge of desire rising from her scrotum.
"No, I'm about to cum..."
"Sister, get up a bit, baby, yes... like this, lift your butt up..." Sister Mei gently lifted her jade-like buttocks, and I held the beauty, my lower body pressed against Sister Mei's buttocks. I propped myself up from the bathtub...
"Sister, lean forward. Support yourself with your hands in front... yes... like this... um, yes... kneel... lift your buttocks up a bit..."
I held Sister Mei's waist, guiding her to lean against the edge of the bathtub and kneel in the tub. Our bodies remained tightly connected, like conjoined twins. I straightened my back, my hands supporting Sister Mei's buttocks and slender waist. Looking down, the back of the woman in front of me was streamlined. Like a gourd...
Sister Mei raised her head. In front of her was a large full-length mirror. In the mirror, she was me—Sister Mei with her hair in a high bun, her face flushed. Perhaps it was the climax, perhaps the alcohol, or perhaps the steam from the hot water… Two jade-like arms, like lotus roots, rested on the edge of the pool, delicate collarbones framing rounded shoulders; two breasts, like two purple grapes, dangled from her chest, trembling with our breath. Her body was wet, water droplets trickling down her slender neck to her nipples, then dripping into the pool water, merging with them; the man behind her looked ferocious, his two thick arms kneading and twisting his buttocks. Firm pectoral muscles and a clearly defined six-quarter cleavage. He looked a bit like a black man in an American TV series.
“Don’t do this, little brother. Shame on me…”
Sister Mei struggled to stand up. I didn’t answer, supporting her slender waist, slowly withdrawing my penis.
Then, I thrust it forward again…
“…Ah…”
Sister Mei cried out. I began to thrust forcefully, without the usual nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My penis moved like a train through a tunnel. My lower abdomen slammed against Mei's buttocks, the rhythmic slapping sounds echoing in the bathroom. My throat emitted a low, tearing sound, like a wild beast, with each impact. Mei, on the other hand, hummed softly and rhythmically. Several sounds intertwined and reverberated in the bathroom.
At that moment, Mei felt as if a huge piston had been installed in her vagina, moving back and forth inside.
The piston scraped violently against the walls of the vaginal canal as it moved. The vaginal walls tightly gripped the head of the piston, sucking on it.
The large iron rod seemed to want to tear her body apart from the entrance, thrusting into her uterus, reaching her breasts… The woman looked at the mirror with glazed eyes. In the mirror, her eyes were lifeless. Her small mouth was slightly open, panting.
Her nipples swayed forward with my movements…
Suddenly, Mei felt the iron rod inside her begin to vibrate violently, like a motor.
"Don't ejaculate inside…"
Mei suddenly came to her senses, struggling to push me away. But I held her tightly… and then a large amount of fluid gushed from the head of my penis, hitting the woman's depths. The woman's lower abdomen began to cramp, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. The mixed liquid squeezed out from where the two were joined, flowing down her thighs...
I let out a long breath, my body going limp. Sister Mei was very angry, she suddenly stood up. She pushed me away and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She lowered her head and started probing her vulva. I felt a little guilty, I was sorry to the beautiful woman. I gently touched her arm, she pulled away slightly, lowered her head, and didn't say a word or pay attention to me. She was really angry...
I was a little flustered, and quickly hugged her tightly from behind. I coaxed her softly: "Sister... don't be afraid... I'm clean, I'm not sick... Oh... I was wrong... I'm not as clean as you... I... I'm not sick either..." "I don't have an IUD..." "
...Oh... it's okay... someone left some pills in front, take one first..." I rushed out of the bathroom, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. I couldn't find it, so I even called that slut, the service manager. After a long commotion, I finally found myself with water and pills. I knelt before the beauty, respectfully offering her the medicine… She took it. But she still ignored me, sitting naked. She turned her head to the side, not even glancing at me…
I knelt… hugging her legs… like a child pleading with strict parents…
Finally, Sister Mei laughed. The sun came out…
I helped the beauty put on her bathrobe, then carried Sister Mei out of the bathroom in a princess carry. Sister Mei hugged my neck, burying her head in my chest…
In the suite's lobby, Sister Mei looked in the mirror at her dressing table. While combing her messy hair, I called the restaurant to urge them to send out the steak…
The lights went out, candles were lit. Sister Mei hesitated—she didn't know how to use a knife and fork. I went around to her, holding her close, and taught her. And so, face to face, we finished our late-night snack.
In bed, I held her warm body. Two strangers, yet familiar, gently recounted things they rarely talked about.
Sister Mei mentioned her two husbands. Both were destined to be apart; her first husband took their child and went south. She hadn't seen her first child for 15 years. Her second husband, like her, was also divorced. He had a one-year-old daughter from his previous marriage. Her second husband was an orphan who was recruited into the factory. He had no family. He was an honest man, and his peaceful, uneventful life was quite good. But in 1997, a massive layoff forced his entire family to buy out their years of service. After being laid off, they pooled their money to open a small shop. But officials and gangsters came to rob them. Within a few years, the shop closed. The blow was too great, and the ordeal too exhausting. In the past two years, both men in the family have left. As she spoke, Sister Mei sobbed softly.
I hugged Sister Mei tightly, kissed her, comforted her, and told her my own story. I left the north at the age of five, following my father as he moved from place to place. I've experienced the days when creditors were yelling and threatening in my dad's office while I did my homework in the back; I've experienced going to university at 16 and giving a speech at my high school to share my experiences; I've even joined the army during my freshman year and entered the special forces.
The result? My first year was spent on a peacekeeping mission. I went to the desert; encountered supernatural events involving a different race, resulting in my penis being about the size of a black man 's. I'm incredibly strong sexually; I almost died abroad, but my dad bribed the political commissar.
I was discharged early and went back to school; of course, there was also the time I helped my dad purge the company's veterans, and now I'm in control of the company; of course, there's also my dad wanting a woman, wanting a grandson… Sister Mei listened to my stories with fascination. Finally, she gazed at me, stroked my face, and softly said,
"I think… my son must have been about your age back then…" I slipped my hand into Sister Mei's bathrobe—which, of course, was bare underneath. I squeezed her full breasts and softly called out, "…Mom…"
Then I rolled over and pinned Sister Mei beneath me, kissing her lips. We kissed tenderly and passionately.
The woman looked at the mirror on the ceiling. Her hair was disheveled in the reflection. A strong body was on top of her. She could see the boy's firm buttocks and thighs. His bronze skin and delicate flesh were intertwined. The boy's lips traced down her neck and collarbone. Her nipples were being sucked, his tongue licking from the tips. A ticklish, tingling sensation spread through her abdomen and navel. His lips didn't linger on her navel, but continued downwards, downwards. No, he kissed her vulva.
"No… ah…"
The boy held her clitoris in his mouth, his soft tongue teasing her. A tingling, itchy sensation seeped into her vagina, and the walls began to secrete moisture. His tongue moved nimbly, slipping inside. Her legs were lifted, and a chill ran through her anus.
The woman's legs clamped tightly around the boy's head.
"No more, let's begin..."
I returned to the woman's side. I held her close to my chest, our bodies pressed tightly together. My face was against her chest.
"Sister, this time you're on top..."
I held the woman, supporting her waist. The woman didn't know how to insert the iron rod into her body. I had her hold my iron rod with her hands. The woman was very awkward, and she placed her hands on my penis. The moment her hand touched my iron rod, it trembled as if she had been electrocuted. I held the woman's buttocks and gently pulled. With a "plop," the red-hot iron rod was inserted deeper into the woman.
The woman didn't move much. I taught her softly, and she learned quickly. I began by twisting my waist, gently lifting my jade-like thighs as I sat down heavily.
I reached up and climbed onto the woman's hair, untying the coiled bun. Her jet-black hair fell down, draping over her fragrant shoulders and chest. I lay back, watching the woman rise and fall on top of me, her two nipples appearing and disappearing in her black hair with
each movement. After a while, I couldn't resist and flipped the beauty onto the bed. I rolled over and entered her, in the traditional missionary position. Like a hammer striking a nail, I thrust downwards. The woman was pressed down on me as if embedded in the mattress. Reaching my climax, I whispered in the beauty's ear, "...Mom..."
Sister Mei immediately hugged my head tightly. Her long hair covered her face, so I couldn't see her expression, but her vagina contracted and writhed intensely. Each time I called "Mom," there was a strong spasm. I ejaculated again... That night, Sister Mei and I made love many times.
—I held her, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved around the room. The woman's body rose and fell with my movements. A metal rod was attached to her vagina…
—On the carpet, I fucked the woman from behind. Like a dog, I pushed her forward, crawling… —In the suite's conference room, on the long conference table… Finally, we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, I woke up first. I looked at the sleeping woman beside me, brushed aside her long hair, and looked at her delicate yet weathered face. I couldn't help but lightly kiss her cheek. She didn't wake up.
I turned over in bed. I picked up the old Nokia that the woman had placed on the bedside table and dialed my own number. I really couldn't bear to let go. We'd broken up, but we could still contact each other. My phone lit up—on vibrate. Strangely, it wasn't an unknown number. It had a name on it. I leaned closer to look. The screen read—[Mom]. This was the number my dad gave me. But I hadn't called it yet.
I trembled as I searched in the woman's handbag. I found the woman's ID card—Liu Hongmei, not Fan Hanmei. I actually slept with my own mother. My own mother.
I stared blankly at my mother's picture on the ID card, my mind a complete mess. Suddenly, a scream rang out:
"What are you doing…"
Sister Mei, oh no, it was my mother who woke up. My mother, just awakened, pounced on me like a madwoman and snatched the ID card away.
"...You, why are you peeking at someone's ID card…"
My mother was really angry, her open bathrobe revealing her bright breasts. But my mother didn't care at all, and I, in my utter confusion, didn't know what to do. My legs went weak, and I slid off the bed onto the floor. My mouth opened, but I didn't know what to say. Should I call her "Mom"? My mother's breasts were still exposed, facing her son. And last night, her vagina had welcomed her grandson, who was worth millions. Should I call her "Mom" now? But
to be honest, although my mind was a mess, I looked at my mother's two nipples, and I actually felt a little excited.
Incest, the spasms of my mother's vagina last night, the impact of my mother's buttocks against mine swirled in my mind. My penis was hard, but I didn't know what to do.
Seeing my expression, Mom followed my gaze to her chest. Her face flushed, and she muttered "bastard" under her breath. She tightened her yukata and ran to the bathroom. I watched her retreating figure, her smooth legs beneath the yukata. I couldn't help but imagine the image of her naked body under the yukata last night. That perfect body from last night.
My mind was in turmoil.
Just then, Mom came out of the bathroom. She had changed back into her clothes from last night, and her hair was back in a ponytail.
A pair of old glasses, a far cry from the passionate woman from last night. Mom lowered her head, her hands clasped together again, and timidly approached me. She said, "Xiao, Xiaolu. I...I..." "Mom...Oh, this is troublesome. Really. I should be the one saying this, Sister Mei. You mean the money?
I'll give it to you right away. I felt really embarrassed last night."
I handed the money to Mom, and she didn't even count it. She put it directly into the bag, looking quite troubled. After all, she had reached orgasm with a young man the same age as her son last night. What would she do if she knew this young man was her biological son? I dared not imagine.
"Sister Mei, is Auntie sick? I heard you mention it on the phone last night, at the Provincial People's Hospital, right? Does Auntie need surgery? My dad knows the head doctor well. Maybe I can ask him to arrange it." My mother hesitated. She had been hospitalized for several days, and no one was helping her with the money.
This young man said he knew people—what a convenient way to get things done! In this city, everything is about connections or money. But my mother was afraid I would pester her.
I understood her thoughts. I added, "Auntie, my flight is tomorrow morning, 11 am. I have to rush to the airport first thing in the morning. I won't have a chance to bother you. I was just a little disrespectful to you last night, and I want to apologize. Really, sister. Thank you for the good dream I had last night. I'm awake now. We might meet again in the future, but the dream will never happen again."
My mother bit her lip, her eyes seeming a little red. She murmured, "It was a good dream. Thank you!" I took care of everything, arranging everything for her.
The next day, I boarded a plane home. Looking at the houses on the ground getting smaller and smaller, I wondered, "Will I come back?"
[Postscript]
The following is a woman's perspective:
A month passed, and everything was peaceful. It all felt like a dream. No one knew what happened that night; the only one who knew, Sister Zhao, was in a car accident. That night, Sister Zhao left to work as a prostitute. When the police came looking for her, she ran into the road…
Mom had surgery and was back in the hospital; life returned to normal. Until one night, I received a phone call. The number belonged to my first husband; he had come to pay his respects to Dad last year. I answered the phone, about to say hello:
"Hello, is this Lao Li?"
"Mom, it's me, Li Luhu. Dad had a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away…" It was the voice of my son, whom I hadn't seen for fifteen years; the voice sounded familiar. I felt like I'd heard it somewhere before. My son said on the phone that Lao Li's company had some problems. He would come to see me and his grandmother after he finished dealing with them. Then there was no further news.
But I didn't really care; it had been over ten years. My son and his father seemed to have never existed in my life.
Until one day, my neighbor showed me a newspaper. She told me that my ex-husband had been living in the south for over a decade and had become a very wealthy man there. His company was listed in Hong Kong. But now, Old Li was gone, and my son was being pressured by the veterans who had helped him build his empire. My neighbor showed me the newspaper, and my mind went blank; I almost couldn't stand. There was a large photo on the paper—a group of people standing, pointing at a young man in the middle. The young man sitting in the middle looked helpless—it was none other than Li Xiaolu, the woman who had penetrated me two months ago—he was my son.
From that day on, I began to suffer from insomnia. Memories that had faded from the depths of my mind surged back to the surface. The passion of that night, the tenderness of my son as a child in my arms—all intertwined before my eyes. My mother and I lived in the dormitory building in the old factory—the government hadn't taken it back. There were several "broken shoes" in our neighborhood—women who had turned to prostitution or had affairs because of financial hardship. The old men in the factory would poke their backs and curse them. And me? I was a "broken shoe" without soles.
They had new men, or many men. I was the one who gave birth to my son.
Not long after, my son called. He had to go on a business trip to a province further north. Apparently, Old Li's company there had started a rebellion. My son said he wanted to see me and asked to meet me at the airport. I went to a restaurant outside the airport. From afar, I saw him—very haggard, no longer the sunny, mischievous little boy from that night.
My son was surprised by my calmness. He didn't know I already knew about our affair. But his words still startled me. My son said he told Lao Li about our affair the night he got back, and that's the night Lao Li suffered a brain hemorrhage. Lao Li died of anger caused by his son's affair with his wife.
My son flew north. Before leaving, he carried me on his back and said, "Mom, I'll come back to see you." At that moment, I went completely limp. When I got home, I found two stacks of banknotes in my handbag. He had secretly put them there when I went to the bathroom.
The news reported that my son's situation was getting worse; he could no longer hold his position at the listed company. Lao Li's old subordinates had sidelined him. That day, my son flew to my city on his own. He asked me to come to his hotel, to the same room as before. I was terrified, but also a little expectant. The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes, and my son was looking out the window, smoking one cigarette after another. I stayed with him, and later he said he wanted more. I clearly stated that we were mother and son, and we couldn't continue like this. My son ignored me, tore off my clothes, and pushed me onto the bed—he raped me, raped his mother.
After that, my son flew over almost twice a month, sometimes four or five times. I firmly refused him and refused to go to the hotel again. But the next morning, worried that he couldn't take care of himself, I bought some steamed buns and fried dough sticks and brought them to him. From afar, I saw my son walking out of the hotel with a model in his arms. That day, I felt like my heart and body were being torn apart.
I left the breakfast behind and walked away. My son abandoned the model and chased after me, hugging me tightly. From that day on, I never refused my son again. I lived a life where I was both a wife and a mother.
My mother knew that my son had contacted me. She had also seen the news and knew that Old Li had passed away and
that my son was having a tough time. The older woman was conservative and afraid of being implicated. She wouldn't let me contact my son, but I was already his woman. I couldn't be separated from him. I got pregnant once, but miscarried. It was very dangerous for a 38-year-old woman. I begged my son to use a condom, but he seemed particularly excited. He said I had to give him a 100% purebred child. Except for my genitals, all my firsts were with my son. My mouth, my anus. The night my son wanted my anus, he was very excited. Like in the movies, a white cloth was placed under me. Later, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and my son took care of me tirelessly. I always felt that the doctor looked at us strangely. My
son didn't tell me about the company, but it was mentioned in the news—a 180-degree reversal. It said that my son had cashed out all his stocks, and it also mentioned that Lao Li and my son had borrowed heavily overseas (it seemed to be bonds). It was said that those bonds were a time bomb, with some triggering conditions. My son said he cashed out at a high price, and then that time bomb exploded. Lao Li's old subordinates all suffered heavy losses; the money they used to buy the stocks was borrowed from a finance company. The real owner of that company was actually my son. My son bought back the company at a very low price. He also acquired a competitor in the same city, who took advantage of the storm. As a result, they were also affected by the bomb. The news commentary said it was a textbook business case. I didn't understand it, but I knew my son might be getting married. That competitor was originally Lao Li's arranged marriage for my son, but it fell apart after Lao Li's incident. Now my son has taken over their company. He's loudly proclaiming that he's maintaining the original marriage. When I learned that my son's marriage had gone wrong, I was initially happy.
But after seeing the news, my heart sank. My
son flew over, beaming with joy. During that time, he didn't go back home, but stayed. He didn't mind the cramped apartment building at all, squeezing into my and my mother's small, cramped space. During that period, my son was very filial, picking me up and dropping me off from work during the day. Then he accompanied his grandmother on deliveries, watching over her small stall at the wholesale market. At night, after his grandmother went to sleep, I would go to his bed. My son and I tacitly avoided mentioning his marriage.
Until one day, I came home early. He mentioned hearing a woman's moans coming from the room. I rushed into the room, and there was my son's grandmother, kneeling in front of my father's urn and black-and-white photograph. Her grandson was having sex with her from behind. When my mother saw me, she knelt down before me and before her daughter. She said that my son had raped her some time ago at the wholesale market.
I broke down. My usually cheerful son suddenly became vicious. He rushed at me, pinned me down, and tore my clothes. My mother became his accomplice, helping to hold me down. She kept urging me to accept my fate. That night, his grandmother, him, and I squeezed onto a tiny 1.2-meter bed, groaning all night. We had all fallen.
Later, my mother and I left the city where we grew up to go south to take care of our son. I then discovered the darkness in his heart. Perhaps his time on the battlefield had influenced him. He had seduced and driven his in-laws and son to their deaths, and had taken his in-laws' mother and his former fiancée and her daughter as his own. His greatest passion wasn't women; he had good relationships with officials everywhere. Whenever there was a death row inmate to be executed by firing squad instead of lethal injection, he would bribe officials to personally carry out the execution. According to him, he would have an orgasm the moment he saw blood spurting from the prisoner's body.
How do I know all this? Because whenever there was an opportunity to carry out an execution, my son would bring me with him. On the night of the execution, he would be especially excited and rape me to death. His grandmother, his wife, and his mother-in-law knew nothing of these things. Because he particularly enjoyed raping me.
Later, we both got pregnant. The whole family, including his maternal grandmother and me, were pregnant with his children. I was constantly terrified of giving birth to some kind of deformity. But my son didn't care at all. After ten months of anxiety, I gave birth to a very healthy boy—my son, my grandson! I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately had my tubal ligation done. My son's maternal grandmother gave birth to a daughter, my sister and my granddaughter. No problems there either.
Now, I focus all my attention on the next generation. The four of us women are diligently caring for our children.
We hope they will grow up healthy and happy, unlike their father.
Will tomorrow be better?

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