Sooner or later, it will all be Miss Shuang's doing.

A large portion of those who work as prostitutes are professionals, with a long history of service, some even exceeding 10 years.
Most of them worked in nightclubs or KTVs when they were young. When they got older and their looks faded, they either changed careers, moved to roadside hair salons or massage parlors, or some with some money simply became their own bosses. Regardless of age, they often had a lot of experience with men, and making money was their top priority. During sex, they were very dramatic, making loud noises, which could easily lead people to misunderstand that they were also enjoying themselves.
When male fans encounter these types of women, they may work very hard, but to truly bring them to orgasm, they need exceptional stamina and extraordinary skills. There are also part-time women, such as many college students who use various escort and chat services as a front for prostitution.
These women are generally more educated, offering a sense of novelty, but also commanding higher prices. If you happen to find one who matches your taste, they might occasionally become emotional, but that depends on the luck of the customer.
Of course, there are also some part-time prostitutes who cannot be called prostitutes in the full sense. They take customers based on their mood and feelings. Some of them are considered to be decent women who do this part-time. They mainly exist in some massage parlors, which are relatively hidden. If you meet such a person, you are lucky.
Some girls are very young, introduced to this profession by brothel owners or experienced women. These girls are rare finds; although they may lack experience, under the guidance of their partners, they often become irresistible and offer a unique experience. I have dabbled in various types of prostitutes, but for the sake of this article, I will focus on the training process of a professional prostitute.
Once, I brought a girl back to my place from a karaoke bar. It was the second time we'd met, but she hadn't been with me the first time, so we'd essentially crossed paths before. This made the conversation feel less like strangers, and we naturally had more to talk about. I usually agreed on the price beforehand, because discussing it after you've brought her home would ruin the atmosphere; it would just feel like a naked transaction of money and sex.
Secondly, if the other party asks for too much money, and you insist on staying against your will, it doesn't feel good. Never think about money during sex, otherwise the sexual interest will most likely be dampened.
Everyone drank quite a bit back then. Some guys might think that drinking a little alcohol would help the girls relax and create a more romantic atmosphere. But my view is exactly the opposite. Many girls can't actually drink much, but in order to get the customers' attention or create more opportunities to go out with them, they're very enthusiastic when urging them to drink, and they themselves get drunk. Once these girls drink and then vomit, it's a huge turn-off. If they don't vomit, they'll be like dead pigs when they get to the hotel or their lodgings, not cooperative at all. Some of them simply sleep and leave their vaginas for you to fuck, which feels no different from fucking a toy or a live model.
Or some women don't feel anything at all when you're having sex with them. It's the same with men; after drinking, their stamina increases, and with the added effect of a condom, the stimulation is very weak. In the end, they don't get any lubrication, and quickly lose interest. Anyway, these women aren't your lovers or wives; it's just a job for them. Alcohol might work for some women, but you might have encountered a complete slut.
Fortunately, this young lady had a decent alcohol tolerance and was relatively sober; she was only about 50% drunk. If she had drunk any more, I would have had to think twice. While we were showering, I insisted on showering together to get the mood going. After we were naked, I pressed myself against her back and began to caress her breasts from behind, gently pinching her nipples. I didn't use too much force, because usually, too much force would cause pain. I wanted to start gently and gradually increase the pressure to make her more relaxed.
If you shower with hot water for a little longer, you can gradually relax and your blood circulation will speed up. It's likely that the blood in your lower body will also flow faster, making it easier for your desires to rise.
The genitals also need to be taken care of; we can't neglect one area for the other. At this moment, the hard glans slid up and down on the lady's buttocks, and the fingertips drew circles on both sides of her buttocks. Although the lady wouldn't feel anything immediately, at least she was already itching inside. That kind of sexual desire needs to be accumulated gradually. When it reaches the critical point, if you don't give it to her, she will take the initiative to ask for it.
After showering, I took out a few rock candies, gave one to the prostitute, and kept a large one for myself. It wasn't just for eating; I planned to use it as a prop later. I also ran to the kitchen and poured two glasses of juice. The prostitute would appreciate that, and my favorability rating would rise quickly. You know, many men who buy sex don't take prostitutes seriously; I've often heard prostitutes mention this unintentionally. But when you treat them like human beings, they'll always be grateful.
I pulled the girl into a dance in the room. It wasn't really a dance, but fueled by the alcohol, we managed to spin around a few times. After being close together for so long, some feelings inevitably develop. My little brother had been throbbing for quite a while, so I finally inserted it between her legs, all the way to her buttocks, pretending to lift her up, which made her giggle.
There was a mirror on the side of the room, facing a sofa recliner. I had the prostitute sit on the sofa with her legs spread apart, and then I reached behind her, under her legs, and lifted them as high as possible in a position as if she were about to urinate. This way, her entire vulva was completely exposed in the mirror. Prostitutes rarely admire their private parts, and the more you make them look, the more shy they become. They lower their heads and say shyly, "Um... don't look, what's there to see..."
I parted her labia minora and opened them slightly, and in the mirror, I could clearly see the tender, red flesh of her vaginal opening appearing and disappearing. At the same time, I gently pressed my thumb against her clitoris, and I could clearly feel a hard, protruding little round bud. After a while, even the most self-controlled woman would start moaning and rubbing her head back against my shoulder.
After laying her down flat, I inserted my finger into her vagina and felt that there was still no lubrication. I wonder if any of you guys have had this experience. Some prostitutes don't produce continuous lubrication. Sometimes it feels like there's some lubrication, but after a while, my finger feels sticky, like it's touching rubber, without any slippery feeling. So at that time, you might think that the moaning you heard earlier was intentional.
When I turned her over so she was kneeling and facing me, I started to verbally provoke her, "Look, which of these two holes should I take care of first? There's even hair growing under this little hole, do you want me to get you a mirror to see?"
As she spoke, she twirled a few soft hairs on her perineum and gently massaged it. "Wow, your butt shape is absolutely amazing. You've probably never seen your own anus before, have you? Let me describe it to you, okay? This is called a chrysanthemum hole because the shape does resemble chrysanthemum petals. 1, 2, 3..."
There are over 40 small wrinkles in total. Judging from the color, you don't seem to use it very frequently. At this moment, the woman's buttocks moved unnaturally up and down, hoping to avoid my gaze, but all of this only aroused my interest. "Look, this opening is still contracting and relaxing, is it a little itchy?"
But if there's not much fluid, then you'll have to use some saliva. Apply it to the anus and massage it with your fingers, making low moans that sound like both endurance and resistance. I pulled the tightly closed labia majora and minora to the sides and down, easily revealing the vaginal opening, its depths unfathomable. "Why does your lower mouth grow from top to bottom?"
Although she has no teeth, she seems to have a good appetite. I'll feed her a sausage later.
By this time, the rock candy in my mouth had dwindled to the size of a button. Without hesitation, I inserted it into her vagina. The slight coolness of the rock candy inside her warm vagina made her shiver. Her vagina instinctively contracted due to the foreign object, immediately squeezing the rock candy out and onto the sofa. I picked it up and placed it above her anus, then took a picture with my phone. I showed the picture to her, looking at her round, high buttocks, dark pubic hair, and swollen labia. The rock candy was glistening, I couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or sugar water. She blushed and turned her head away. I teased her, "Do you think these few hairs are clear?"
Isn't it incredibly appealing? You've probably never really looked at your own penis closely; you didn't expect it to be so alluring, did you?
"How does it feel inside? Tell me and share! Is it numb or itchy? Or is it sore or swollen? Look at your little lips, they're starting to get full, I'm practically drooling."
Sometimes, words combined with actions can achieve excellent results. Generally speaking, it's difficult for a guy to say intimate things to a prostitute, since they're not lovers. However, it's much easier to use language that describes sexual organs. When I touched her genitals again, I could feel her vaginal fluid starting to secrete; her vaginal opening was very wet, and her labia minora were also glistening.
"You're drooling? That's impressive. I'll collect some later and spread it on your bread for breakfast tomorrow morning."
After saying that, I dipped my finger in her vaginal fluid and held it under her nose, which she quickly avoided. But my heart was already fluttering with desire, and now I could begin to caress her further. I focused on her nipples first, trying not to bite them with my teeth so she wouldn't cry out in pain and ruin the atmosphere. I sucked on her breast with my mouth and licked her nipple quickly with my tongue, while kneading her breast with my other hand until her nipple began to harden. Her rapid breathing and moaning sounds were incredibly arousing.
I believe that cultivating the mood of the prostitute is a necessary step in the process of buying sex, because I really don't want my little brother to be inserted into a rubber-like model while wearing a rubber sheath. Only when the lustful fluids are overflowing will the penis feel like a fish in water, and the friction sound will have a lewd auditory enjoyment.
Next, I adopted the 69 position lying on my side, burying my head between her legs. The lady could then take care of my still-unerring penis, while I could watch my fingers go in and out of her vagina. At this point, two fingers could easily go in and out. If you felt carefully, you could feel small, slight protrusions on the upper wall of her vagina. My fingers could touch a hard piece of flesh, and each touch would bring out a wave of vaginal fluid. The entire vulva was filled with a faint, musky smell.
The woman didn't put a condom on me and just put my penis in her mouth and sucked on it. After a while, she used both hands to knead my penis like dough. At this time, I deliberately said to the woman, "I drank so much tonight and it's quite late. Do you want to go to sleep first and do it tomorrow morning? Generally speaking, my penis will be harder in the morning, and I will definitely poke your pussy until it swells up."
She then refused to give in, still sucking on his penis. She took out a tissue pack from her bag, which contained two condoms, saying that she had to use one that night and the other the next morning.
At this point, the training of the young lady was considered complete. What remained was a combination of various positions. Starting with "Old Tree Roots," then "Old Man Pushing the Cart," and then my own invention—reverse push-ups—the bath towel on the bed was completely ruined, soaked in her pungent, lustful fluids. For the final sprint, we returned to the missionary position, as the rhythm was easier to control, and the intensity could be adjusted as desired.
Because of the ample lubrication, there were no funny, strange noises coming from inside the vagina during penetration. We did it again the next morning, and the girl even got up to make breakfast. We chatted until noon before she reluctantly left. Before she left, I took a nude photo of her, but her face wasn't shown.
Later, when business was slow, she came to provide me with free services twice, which was quite an unexpected coincidence.

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