Xiao Hui's first time~

My name is Xiaohui. The first time I'm talking about isn't my virginity, but my first time working as a prostitute. My husband and I have been married for eight years and still don't have children. It's not that we don't like children, but I have a problem with my uterus that makes me infertile. My husband doesn't mind not having children. He's a selfish man who thinks raising children is too much of a sacrifice, and the effort might not be rewarded. He prefers to enjoy our life as a couple. My husband is naturally a womanizer, and he often has affairs after marriage, but he only indulges his lust and doesn't invest any emotion. I know he still loves me deeply. I married my husband when I was twenty. I was young and beautiful, and even after many years of marriage, my figure hasn't changed, which still makes me quite attractive to him. However, my husband works in mainland China for long periods, and being far away, he needs to satisfy his physical needs locally. He knows that if I find out he's having an affair, it will definitely affect our relationship and make our home no longer peaceful. So, during the two years my husband was stationed in mainland China, he only frequented prostitutes. He believed that even if I knew he was using prostitutes, I wouldn't argue with him and would understand his situation. After the company's business in mainland China stabilized, my husband no longer needed to be stationed there permanently. He could travel between Hong Kong and mainland China, spending half the month in Hong Kong. My happiness lasted only a few months before my husband said he'd found connections in mainland China to earn extra money and increase his income. However, this meant less time at home; he was in mainland China five and a half days a week, only spending one and a half days in Hong Kong. My husband works hard to earn money, but I don't benefit much. He spends money recklessly, spending more than he earns, and only gives me HK$5,000 a month for household expenses. After deducting rent and miscellaneous expenses for our public housing unit, I have very little left. I don't work outside the home; I rely solely on my husband's allowance. Actually, I married so young mainly because I didn't want to work; I thought finding a man to rely on would solve my financial problems. My husband married me after knowing me for only six months because he was attracted to my beauty, without considering whether our personalities were compatible. However, after many years of marriage, things have been relatively peaceful, with occasional minor arguments—very exciting! Click in for more! Big fights! My husband is away from Hong Kong most of the time, and I feel really bored. I ask my friend Chan Ying to go out for tea and to accompany me shopping at a department store to kill time. I know Chan Ying is a prostitute; before I got married, we were both promiscuous young women with decadent lifestyles. After I got married, we gradually lost contact. One day, we bumped into each other on the street, caught up on each other's lives, and our friendship was rekindled. I poured my heart out to Chan Ying, telling her everything, how boring my life was, how my husband was often away, and how difficult it was when I had sexual needs. After listening to me, Chan Ying half-jokingly suggested that I "work as a prostitute," that I could solve my sexual frustrations and earn money at the same time—a win-win situation. I actually agreed, and seriously asked Chan Ying if she could introduce me to clients. I knew my husband was also seeing other women and spending his earnings on them. If he could do it, so could I; neither of us would lose out, and neither of us would owe the other anything. Besides, my husband wouldn't know if I worked as a prostitute. At first, Chan Ying hesitated, unwilling to help me, lest my husband find out and come after me. But after my repeated pleas, she finally agreed to help me, calling me whenever a customer came. It was my first time working as a prostitute, and I was both nervous and excited. Although I had slept with other men in my youth, before meeting my husband, I was single then and didn't have to take responsibility for anyone. Now, my status was different; I was someone's wife, and working as a prostitute behind my husband's back made me somewhat timid. When I met my customer, my excitement overcame my timidity. He was a young man, with a refined appearance, tall and imposing, and a friendly smile. He took me to a time-honored villa in Kowloon Tong. This man introduced himself as surnamed Lin, working in an office, and preferring mature women, especially married women, whom he considered ideal partners in bed. I didn't care his name or what he did for a living, as long as he could bring me pleasure in bed and paid me enough. I didn't care about anything else; we'd probably just pass each other by on the street and not even exchange greetings. The man surnamed Lin took off his clothes first. I was a little shy, so I turned my back to him before taking off my own clothes. When I was down to my bra and panties, the man told me to turn around and face him. I kept my head down, not daring to look at him. The man approached me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me passionately. His strong arms held me tightly, my firm breasts pressed against his chest, and my breathing became rapid. The man surnamed Lin teased my mouth with his tongue, and I was aroused to a fever pitch. I felt a wave of emptiness in my lower body, and my whole body went limp, longing for a thick, hard penis to penetrate my paradise and fill me up. The man surnamed Lin threw me onto the bed. I felt my cheeks burning, and my vagina was leaking fluid. I quickly took off my thin panties to avoid getting them wet. I unhooked my bra, completely naked. I glanced at the man surnamed Lin, who was also completely naked. His penis was throbbing upwards, growing longer and thicker. I estimated it to be about six or seven inches long, thicker and longer than my husband's. My husband's penis, about five or six inches, already filled me completely. I was afraid I couldn't handle this man's enormous member, but I hadn't tasted a penis in so long. Even the thickest penis, if it made me feel like I was dying, I would gladly accept it. My husband used to make love to me every week when he returned to Hong Kong, but for the past two or three weeks, he'd been acting strangely, making excuses, saying he wasn't feeling well, and refusing to have sex with me, leaving me incredibly frustrated. The man surnamed Lin climbed on top of me, kneading my two firm, white breasts. My breasts were smooth and white, with soft, tender nipples at the tips. He kneaded them for several minutes, making me moan and groan. He then lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, his tongue teasing them. I shuddered, moaning repeatedly, and pressed my hands against his head, like a mother breastfeeding her baby. The nipple in his mouth gradually hardened, and more and more fluid flowed from my vagina, soaking my thick pubic hair. I begged the man surnamed Lin to hurry and penetrate me. He had licked enough; he held his erect penis, parted my wet pubic hair, aimed at my parted vulva, and thrust in. My vagina was filled with slippery fluid, so although his penis was thick, it entered without difficulty, penetrating deeply and all the way to the hilt. His enormous glans pressed against my cervix, rubbing and scraping vigorously. I cried out in pleasure, my moans and groans coming in fits and starts, a sound that was utterly intoxicating. After the man surnamed Lin's large penis entered me, he began thrusting in and out of my vagina. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, an endless stream; my vaginal fluid was abundant, like a tap turned on, unstoppable. He thrust rhythmically, neither too fast nor too slow, each thrust hitting my clitoris. His thick penis acted like a pump, drawing my vaginal fluid out of my opening. I twisted my waist violently, arching my hips to meet his thrusts. I was thrust into over a hundred times, gradually reaching a climax, the sensations growing stronger and stronger. The man surnamed Lin was incredibly stamina; he thrust continuously for over a hundred times, showing no signs of giving up, seemingly still full of energy. He had complete control of the situation. I was completely lost in ecstasy, my mouth agape, my eyes glazed over. I fantasized that the man in front of me was my husband, and I shamelessly cried out, "Ah...I...want...to...be...fucked...to...death...by you!" The man surnamed Lin was working incredibly hard, his head down, thrusting in and out, our genitals colliding with a slapping sound. His penis, moistened by my juices, seemed to swell slightly, making me even happier. After two or three hundred thrusts, I finally collapsed completely, seemingly in great pain. I gripped the sheets tightly, my head and upper body arching upwards, my vagina convulsing violently, clamping down hard on his large penis. The man surnamed Lin's penis, squeezed by my tight vagina, felt lightheaded, also on the verge of collapse. I ejaculated, and only then did my tense body relax. The man surnamed Lin felt a numbness in his spine and could no longer continue, ejaculating warm semen. Although he had ejaculated, the man surnamed Lin was still reluctant to pull his penis out of my vagina, keeping it immersed in the "human hot spring," savoring the sensation. The transaction was complete once the man surnamed Lin left, but my performance satisfied him, and he asked for more, wanting to rest before starting a second round, offering to pay me extra. I had a good impression of this man surnamed Lin, and I also wanted to enjoy it again, so I nodded in agreement. Twenty minutes later, the man surnamed Lin came out of the bathroom, his penis clean and tidy. He walked to the bed and asked me to suck his penis to restore its virility. I also give oral sex to my husband during our intimate moments, and my oral skills are quite proficient. I held his limp penis to my mouth, opened my mouth, and took the glans in, slowly sucking, my tongue teasing the sensitive urethral opening. Under the stimulation of my moist tongue, his penis gradually came to life. I saw his penis, as if inflated, go from soft to hard, filling my mouth completely. The man surnamed Lin's penis finally rose again. My mouth played with his penis, saliva coating it like oil. My mouth was skillful, sucking until the man surnamed Lin cried out in pleasure, pressing my head down with both hands. My cunning tongue focused its attack on the opening in the center of his glans, and the man surnamed Lin couldn't hold back, ejaculating in my mouth. A thick stream of semen shot into my mouth, like a warm current flowing into my throat. I wanted to spit it out, but my mouth was stuffed with his penis, so I couldn't spit it out and swallowed some of the semen. Although the man surnamed Lin ejaculated without penetrating my vagina, he still considered it a success because he was satisfied with my service, and he still paid for the second round. My first time working as a prostitute went smoothly, and I also gained a lot, satisfying my physical needs and making money. My husband never imagined that I would work as a prostitute behind his back.He continued his philandering ways, seeking pleasure in mainland China. Overexerting himself, he was unable to comfort his wife and feigned illness. I didn't force him; I could find other men to have sex with, and we each went off to enjoy ourselves. After six months, my husband's extra income disappeared, giving him more time to spend with me in Hong Kong. But by then, I was addicted, thinking it was so comfortable and lucrative that I could continue for a few more years before stopping, at most reducing the number of clients so my husband wouldn't notice. When we made love, my husband assumed it was a normal physiological change due to my age and didn't suspect my infidelity. One afternoon, I had a client and went quite wild. That evening, when I made love with my husband, he noticed a bruise near my nipple and asked what happened. I lied and said I'd accidentally bumped into something and bruised myself. After sucking my nipple, my husband licked my vulva, making me wet and gushing with vaginal fluid, which he swallowed whole. He always loved licking my pussy and drinking my juices, but he wouldn't do that when he went to prostitutes. He thought prostitutes' vaginas weren't clean enough, that countless men's penises had been inside them, and he had no interest in licking them. His wife was different; no other man shared her, so he felt safe and secure licking her! He never imagined I'd be working as a prostitute behind his back, giving him one cuckold's horns after another. My husband licked with relish, and I moaned with pleasure, stroking his penis. I took the initiative, swallowing his penis and grinding it until he ejaculated. Not long ago, my husband, feeling restless, overheard some friends saying there was a housewife working as a prostitute with excellent skills and service, worth trying. So one time, my husband used a pimp at a hotel to call the housewife for a sexual transaction. Who knew that the young woman ringing the doorbell was me? We met face-to-face, and I turned pale with fright. As I tried to run away, he pulled me into the house. The truth was revealed, and I was utterly ashamed. My husband was furious, and our marriage ended there. But now I'm free! My first client—that man surnamed Lin—is still a regular… My name is Xiaohui, and the first time I'm talking about isn't my virginity, but my first time working as a prostitute. My husband and I have been married for eight years and still don't have children. It's not that we don't like children, but I have a problem with my uterus that makes me infertile. My husband doesn't mind not having children; he's a selfish man who thinks raising children is too much of a sacrifice, and the effort might not be rewarded. He prefers to live a carefree life as a couple. My husband is naturally philandering and often has affairs after marriage, but he only indulges his lust and doesn't invest any emotion. I know he still loves me deeply. I married my husband when I was twenty. Young and beautiful, my figure remained unchanged even after many years of marriage, still quite attractive to him. However, my husband worked in mainland China for extended periods, and distance couldn't solve his immediate needs. He knew that if I found out he was having an affair, it would definitely affect our relationship and cause constant unrest at home. Therefore, during his two years in mainland China, he only frequented brothels. He believed that even if I knew he was using prostitutes, I wouldn't argue with him and would understand his situation. After his company's business in mainland China stabilized, my husband no longer needed to be stationed there. He could travel between Hong Kong and mainland China, spending half the month in Hong Kong. My happiness lasted only a few months before my husband said he had found a way to earn extra money in mainland China, but this meant less time at home. He spent five and a half days a week in mainland China, only one and a half days in Hong Kong. My husband worked hard to earn money, but I didn't benefit much. He was extravagant, spending more than he earned, giving me only HK$5,000 a month for household expenses. After deducting rent and miscellaneous expenses for our public housing unit, I had very little left. I don't work outside the home; I rely solely on my husband's allowance. Actually, the main reason I married so young was that I didn't want to work; finding a man to rely on was enough to make ends meet. My husband and I married after knowing each other for only six months because he was attracted to my beauty, without considering whether our personalities were compatible. However, after many years of marriage, things have been relatively peaceful, with only occasional minor arguments—quite exciting! Click here for more! Most of the time, my husband isn't in Hong Kong, and I feel very bored. I often meet up with my friend Chan Ying for tea, and she accompanies me shopping to kill time. Chan Ying is a prostitute, as I know. Before marriage, Chan Ying and I were both promiscuous young women with decadent lifestyles. After I got married, we gradually lost contact. One day, we bumped into each other on the street, caught up, and our friendship was rekindled. I poured out my troubles to Chan Ying, telling her everything, how boring my life was, how my husband was often away, and how difficult it was when I had sexual needs. After listening to me, Chan Ying half-jokingly suggested I "work as a prostitute," a way to relieve my sexual frustration and earn money—a win-win situation. I actually agreed, earnestly asking Chan Ying if she could introduce me to clients. I knew my husband was also having affairs, spending his earnings on those women. If he could do it, so could I; neither of us would lose out, no one owed anyone anything, and my husband wouldn't know I was working as a prostitute. At first, Chan Ying hesitated, reluctant to help me, fearing my husband would come after her if she found out. But after my repeated pleas, she finally agreed, calling me whenever a client came. It was my first time working as a prostitute, and I was both nervous and excited. Although I had slept with other men in my youth, before meeting my husband, I was single then and didn't have to take responsibility. Now, my status was different; I was someone's wife, working as a prostitute behind my husband's back, and I felt a little apprehensive. When I met my client, excitement overcame my apprehension. He was a young man, refined in appearance, tall and imposing, with a friendly smile. He took me to a time-traveling villa in Kowloon Tong. This man, who introduced himself as Lin, said he worked in an office and preferred mature women, especially married women, whom he considered ideal partners in bed. I didn't care his name or occupation; as long as he could bring me pleasure in bed and I paid him enough, I didn't care about anything else. We'd probably pass each other on the street and not even exchange greetings. Lin took off his clothes first. I was a little shy, so I turned my back to him before undressing. When I was down to my bra and panties, he told me to turn and face him. I kept my head down, not daring to look at him. He approached me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me passionately. His strong arms held me tightly, my firm breasts pressed against his chest, and my breathing became rapid. Lin's tongue darted into my mouth, arousing me to a fever pitch of desire. I felt a hollowness in my lower body, my body went limp, and I longed for a thick, hard penis to penetrate my vagina and fill me up. I was thrown onto the bed by the man surnamed Lin. I felt my cheeks burning and my vagina was leaking fluid. I quickly took off my thin panties to avoid getting them wet. I unhooked my bra, completely naked. I saw that the man surnamed Lin was also naked, his penis throbbing upwards, growing longer and thicker. By my estimation, this man surnamed Lin's penis was about six or seven inches long, thicker and longer than my husband's. My husband's penis is about five or six inches, already filling me completely. I was afraid I couldn't handle this man's huge thing, but I hadn't tasted a penis in so long. Even if it was a thick penis, I would be willing to be penetrated to the point of death. My husband used to make love to me every week when he came back to Hong Kong, but for the past two or three weeks, he had been acting strangely, making excuses and saying he wasn't feeling well, and hadn't made love to me, which made me very craving. The man surnamed Lin climbed on top of me, kneading my two firm, white breasts. My breasts were smooth and white, with soft, tender nipples at the tips. He kneaded them for several minutes, making me moan and groan. He then lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, his tongue teasing them. I shuddered, moaning repeatedly, and pressed my hands against his head, like a mother breastfeeding her baby. The nipple in his mouth gradually hardened, and more and more fluid flowed from my vagina, soaking my thick pubic hair. I begged the man surnamed Lin to hurry and penetrate me. He had licked enough; he held his erect penis, parted my wet pubic hair, aimed at my parted vulva, and thrust in. My vagina was filled with slippery fluid, so although his penis was thick, it entered without difficulty, penetrating deeply and all the way to the hilt. His enormous glans pressed against my cervix, rubbing and scraping vigorously. I cried out in pleasure, my moans and groans coming in fits and starts, a sound that was utterly intoxicating. After the man surnamed Lin's large penis entered me, he began thrusting in and out of my vagina. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, an endless stream; my vaginal fluid was abundant, like a tap turned on, unstoppable. He thrust rhythmically, neither too fast nor too slow, each thrust hitting my clitoris. His thick penis acted like a pump, drawing my vaginal fluid out of my opening. I twisted my waist violently, arching my hips to meet his thrusts. I was thrust into over a hundred times, gradually reaching a climax, the sensations growing stronger and stronger. The man surnamed Lin was incredibly stamina; he thrust continuously for over a hundred times, showing no signs of giving up, seemingly still full of energy. He had complete control of the situation. I was completely lost in ecstasy, my mouth agape, my eyes glazed over. I fantasized that the man in front of me was my husband, and I shamelessly cried out, "Ah...I...want...to...be...fucked...to...death...by...you!" The man surnamed Lin was working incredibly hard, his head buried in his work, thrusting in and out with great force, the two genitals colliding and making a slapping sound. His penis, moistened by my juices, seemed to swell a little more, stretching me even more. After two or three hundred thrusts, I finally completely collapsed, seemingly in great pain. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, my head tilted back, my entire upper body...My vagina convulsed violently, gripping his large penis tightly. The man surnamed Lin's penis, squeezed by my tight vagina, felt a euphoric sensation, teetering on the brink of collapse. I ejaculated, and my tense body finally relaxed. The man surnamed Lin felt a tingling sensation in his spine and couldn't continue, ejaculating warm semen. Even after ejaculating, the man surnamed Lin was reluctant to pull his penis out of my vagina, keeping it immersed in the "human hot spring," savoring the sensation. The man surnamed Lin finished, the transaction was complete, but my performance satisfied him. He asked for more, wanting to rest before a second round, and said he would pay me extra. I had a good impression of this man surnamed Lin, and I also wanted to enjoy it again, so I nodded in agreement. Twenty minutes later, the man surnamed Lin came out of the bathroom, his penis clean and tidy. He walked to the bed and asked me to suck his penis to restore his virility. During my intimate moments with my husband, I also gave him oral sex, my oral skills being quite adept. I held his limp penis to my lips, opened my mouth, took the glans in, and slowly sucked, my tongue teasing the sensitive urethral opening. Under the stimulation of my wet tongue, his penis gradually came to life. I saw his penis, as if inflated, go from soft to hard, filling my mouth. The man surnamed Lin's penis finally rose again, my mouth playing with his penis, saliva coating the shaft as if it were coated with oil. My mouth was skillful, sucking until the man surnamed Lin cried out in pleasure, pressing my head down with both hands. My cunning tongue focused its firepower on the opening in the center of the glans, and the man surnamed Lin couldn't hold back, bursting in my mouth. A thick stream of semen shot into my mouth, like a warm current flowing into my throat. I wanted to spit it out, but my mouth was stuffed with his penis, so I couldn't spit it out, and I swallowed some of the semen. Although the man surnamed Lin ejaculated without penetrating my vagina, he still considered it a success because he was satisfied with my service, and he paid for the second round. My first stint as a prostitute went smoothly, and I gained a lot, satisfying my physical needs and making money. My husband never imagined that I would be working as a prostitute behind his back, continuing his philandering ways, seeking out women in mainland China, exhausting himself, and unable to satisfy his wife, so he feigned illness. I didn't force him; I could find other men to have sex with, and we could each go our own way. After half a year, my husband's extra income disappeared, and he had more time to spend with me in Hong Kong. But by then, I was addicted, thinking that since it was so comfortable and lucrative, I could continue for a few more years before stopping, at most reducing the number of clients so my husband wouldn't notice. When my husband had sex with me, he thought it was a normal physiological change due to my age and didn't suspect my infidelity. That afternoon, I had a client, and we went a bit wild. That night, I made love with my husband, and he noticed a bruise near my nipple. He asked me what happened, and I lied and said I accidentally bumped into something and bruised myself. After sucking on my nipple, my husband licked my vulva, making me wet and gushing with vaginal fluid, which he swallowed whole. He always loved licking my pussy and drinking my juices, but when he went to prostitutes, he didn't know how. He thought the prostitutes' pussy wasn't clean enough, that countless men's penises had been inside it, and he had no interest in licking it. His wife was different; no other man shared her, so he felt safe and secure licking her! He never imagined I'd secretly become a prostitute, giving him one cuckold's horns after another. My husband licked with relish, and I moaned with pleasure, stroking his penis. I took the initiative to swallow his penis, grinding it until... My husband was out. Not long ago, my husband, feeling restless and restless, overheard some friends saying that a housewife working as a prostitute was incredibly skilled and provided excellent service, worth a try. So one day, my husband used a pimp's phone at a hotel to call the housewife for a sexual transaction. Little did he know that the housewife who rang the doorbell was actually me! When we met face-to-face, I turned pale with fright and tried to run away, but he pulled me into the room. The truth was revealed, I was utterly ashamed, and my husband was furious. Our relationship ended there. However, now I'm free! My first client—that man surnamed Lin—is still a regular customer…

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