A passionate night with a high school prostitute from Chongqing

A Passionate Night with a Chongqing High School Prostitute

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I'm from Chongqing, so I know Chongqing's defining characteristic is its "thriving prostitution scene"! Chongqing's prostitutes are both the cheapest and most expensive in the country! A "quickie" at a regular hair salon or hotel costs 100 or 130 yuan, while a truly excellent prostitute, especially an amateur or a student, is more expensive, generally 300-500 yuan.
Of course, the reason for the higher price is the quality. They do exceptionally well, even offering services like facial ejaculation, bondage, or oral sex!

We met two female students from Chongqing University online and went to the "823" disco in Shapingba. When we arrived, we realized they were two dinosaurs. One was from Tibet, the other from Xinjiang. Their appearance was indescribable; as my friend said, "They're like monsters! Their looks are so different, they could be character actors at the Beijing Film Academy!" Unable to refuse, we bought a bunch of alcohol, got half-drunk, and ran out. Walking along the pedestrian street in Shapingba District, I was filled with frustration. I was so angry I could have punched a brick wall. It wasn't about the money; the problem was wasting a whole night with two women who not only had no desire for me, but I also really didn't want them to do anything to me. Ugh, what can you do? It's a classic case of being indifferent to desire!

But my brother and I were quite horny, so we had no choice but to find a prostitute. When we got to Xiaolongkan, across from Shapingba Park, the lights of the hair salons were still on. Even though it was past 1:00 AM, it seemed there were still many people at work! There were probably seven or eight hair salons there. The doors were all ajar, and inside sat all sorts of women, all dressed rather provocatively. With the red and yellow lights in the salons, any man would inevitably have some impure thoughts. We casually walked into the first one. There were about four women inside. One of them was asleep in a wicker chair. As we went in, a woman who looked like a madam approached us. "Sir, would you like a shampoo or a massage?" The madam, dressed in a black halter dress, rubbed her flesh against my arm. "Have you ever seen someone wash their hair in the middle of the night? That's ghostly! Overnight, take her with you!" I was still dizzy. "Look, all our girls are here! Overnight is 300 yuan!" The madam pushed a girl into my arms, leering at me.

"Damn, are you robbing us?! Do you think we don't know the prices? Besides, we don't even know if we like her yet! What's the rush?" I glanced at the girl; she wasn't anything special, except for her big breasts. She wasn't my type at all. "Well, if this isn't good enough, I can get you something from another place!" She noticed our disapproving expressions. "No need, forget it, the quality is too poor!" We couldn't stand it anymore; you get what you pay for. Leaving her little shop, we followed the road to the last shop, but none of them were any good. Each shop had four or five people, and the good ones seemed to have already been taken, leaving only the less desirable ones. Neither of us brothers were easy to please, so we decided to try our luck at the last shop. "Boss, get up! Want a girl?
See if you like any! Quick service or overnight?" The owner, a middle-aged woman, busied herself greeting us as soon as she saw us.

"Just these few?" I glanced around; there were two that looked decent. "And another one, go to the back and call Shuangshuang and the others out!" The owner was a smooth talker. A moment later, a girl came out from the back. Our eyes lit up. One of them looked like she'd been in this business for a while; she wore a black gauze skirt suit, had a voluptuous figure, her chest was taut, the cleavage was low, revealing a deep cleavage, and her breasts were snow-white, looking like they were about to burst. Her buttocks were very round, and she wore very high-heeled black leather sandals with bright red nail polish on her toes. Not bad! Her features were fairly regular, and her long hair was a bit messy, as if she had just slept. I thought, "This one's pretty good. She must be very slutty in bed," so I went over and squeezed her breast. She immediately let out a moan.

"Boss, what's the rush! There are so many people here!" Her lewd behavior almost made my penis hard. I put my hand on her buttocks again and squeezed them, laughing as I said to my friend, "Very bouncy!" She rubbed her eyes and asked if it was okay. My friend's mouth was practically watering as he said, "Yes, yes, how much?" He had his eye on her, so I had to look at another one. She didn't come out for a while. Oh my god! Thank goodness I didn't go for that one! I felt a surge of secret joy.
She was dressed very simply; in fact, she wasn't sexy at all, but she was very beautiful. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with long, smooth, very black hair, high, arched eyebrows, large, bright, innocent-looking eyes, a small nose, and sexy lips. She wore a red top, ordinary jeans, and sneakers. Wow, she was stunning! Seeing her reminded me of my first girlfriend from my student days. My friend almost slapped himself after seeing her. Seeing his regretful expression made me even happier.

We paid and came out. I grabbed her waist—it felt so good! I gently sniffed her hair. She didn't say anything, just leaned on my arm.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Shuang'er!" she said shyly, looking down at the road.

"I like you so much!" I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her buttocks hard. They were bouncy, or rather, incredibly bouncy.

We took a taxi to the hotel. In the elevator, my friend and I grabbed our respective "girls" and started kissing them passionately. My girlfriend didn't object, but she seemed to have no idea how to kiss. His girlfriend kept pushing him away, saying, "Don't do this. Can't we not kiss? " Seeing my friend's dejected look, I laughed.

"Hey, if you don't treat her well, I'll dock your pay!" I laughed and groped her.

She dodged my hand while laughing and said, "Boss, my girl has only been out in business for less than a month. It's her first time doing an all-nighter, so you have to be gentle, or she'll cry!"

"If she cries, I'll have you come and keep me company. We'll have a threesome, and I'll train her, no training fees!" I laughed wildly, my hands roaming over her body. We arrived at the room amidst this flirtatious banter. As we entered, I said to my friend, "Hey, tomorrow when you're done, tell her to come over here too." My friend smiled wryly and said, "What, you're really in good shape!"

And so, I carried her back to the room, still silent. Perhaps I was too tired from dancing and a little dizzy, I collapsed onto the large double bed. She went to the side, poured me a glass of water, placed it on the table next to me, and whispered, "Big brother, have some water!" I responded, looked up, and drank the water. She poured another glass, put it down, poured one for herself, and sat beside me, slowly drinking it.

"Hey, take a shower first! Make sure you're clean!" I said, pointing to the bathroom.

"Big brother, are you going to shower? Are you feeling unwell? If not, throwing up will make you feel better," she said, gently stroking my head.

I grabbed her hand, pulled her onto me, and touched her body. She pushed me away, took off my shoes, put on disposable slippers, and helped me up.

"Big brother, come on, you shower! I'll help you!"

"Let's shower together, come on, take your clothes off!" I tried to pull her up again.

She broke free of my hand, took off my clothes, but stopped when she got to my underwear; I knew she was embarrassed. I wanted to take a good shower, so I went into the bathroom and said, "Come help me."

I was rinsing myself with cold water when she pushed the door open and came in. I almost fainted from happiness! I never expected her breasts to be so big, and so round and firm. My God! In all my years in the world of sex, I've never seen anything like this! They were so big! And when I reached out and pulled her into my arms, my hands on her breasts, they were so elastic. Just from that, I knew she hadn't been a virgin for long. I asked her when she lost her virginity, and she seemed to have something difficult to say. She just said, "Can we not talk about this?" I looked closely at her body. She hugged her chest, her head buried in her chest, not moving.

I pulled my hands away and said, "Come on, let me admire you!"

Her skin was snow-white, without a single blemish, and incredibly smooth to the touch. Her nipples were small and bright red, her areolas pale and almost imperceptible, and her navel was tiny. Where one would expect lushness, there wasn't a single hair.
My God! Absolutely gorgeous!!! (Nosebleed!)

I poured shower gel into my hand and slowly began to rub it on her body. She was shy, one hand lingering on her breast, gently applying it, her face flushed. I hugged her back to me, placing both hands on her breasts and kneading them harder and harder. We faced the mirror; she closed her eyes, and I gently licked her neck and earlobes. She pulled her neck away, "No, don't do this!" I asked why.

"When you lick here, I feel uncomfortable all over, like it's itchy, and it feels hot!" she said, opening her eyes.

"It's okay. Today I'll show you how a woman should make love, and love isn't a business transaction!" I laughed and continued what I was doing.

I took her hand and placed it on her breast, gently rubbing it. She was a little uncooperative, but I didn't force her. One hand gently kneaded her breast, rubbing her nipple for pleasure. I spread her legs apart with my legs, and with the other hand, I lathered her genitals with shower gel. Because there were only a few hairs, the smooth feel was very stimulating.
My hand encountered no resistance there, only feeling a small labia minora blocking it. Because of the shower gel, I slid my hand over her clitoris. Her breathing became heavier. I kissed her back as well; because of the foam, my lips felt like I was kissing snowflakes. She seemed to enjoy it, squinting her eyes and climbing on the sink with her hands. I could feel her thighs squeezing tightly. I inserted a finger into her vagina; it was slippery and tight, especially the vaginal opening, which was very small. With each insertion, she contracted. By this time, my penis was pressing against her buttocks, and I continued doing these things even more vigorously.

Perhaps she was enjoying it, because she said to me, "Big brother, put it in! It's so uncomfortable!" she said, twisting her body.

I placed her against the mirror on the sink, her legs on my shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed like that. Her technique wasn't very good, and she wasn't very cooperative. I grabbed a spare condom from the hotel on the counter, put it on, and slowly inserted it. The narrow vaginal opening wasn't easy to enter, and it gripped my penis very stimulatingly. I slowly thrust in and out, and her voice gradually grew louder, but it wasn't moaning, just simple humming. Because the counter was quite high, I had to stand on tiptoe, so it was quite difficult. I carried her to the shower, rinsed off the soap, and carried her to the bed. The contact between her snow-white, delicate skin and my rough, calloused flesh felt amazing! I put her legs on my shoulders, aimed at the opening, and thrust all the way in. She cried out "Ah!" I don't know if it was because the feeling was too intense and she didn't want me to see.
She pulled a pillow up to her face and held it tightly. Helpless, I could only respond with even more ferocity.

This continued for over 20 minutes until I felt the urge and ejaculated my first load of semen in Chongqing. Afterward, I lay down, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed a leisurely smoke.

She slowly got up, removed the condom, wiped my genitals clean with tissues, tidied the bed, covered me with a towel, and lay down on my arm.

I wasn't too sleepy yet, so I started chatting with her. She spoke quietly, one hand brushing my armpit hair.

Everyone has a first time, and hers piqued my interest. Under my persistent questioning, she burst into tears. I was at a loss, unable to console her. I could only hand her tissues one by one. Later, she told me.

She was born in the Year of the Tiger and was a high school sophomore. Her father was a lazy good-for-nothing, and her mother was a porter; the family's livelihood depended entirely on her mother's shoulders. One day, her father, drunk, beat her mother and drove her away, vomiting all over the house. He lay motionless on the floor. She went to help him clean up, and after undressing him and putting him on the bed, he suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled her onto the bed, and pounced on her, tearing at her clothes while shouting, "I raised you all these years, don't let someone else have you, let me have a taste first!" No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape her father's clutches. Finally, she lay there helplessly, letting her father thrust into her. Blood soaked the bed, and she bit her lip until it bled. Her tears dried up, and after they dried, her father fell asleep. She got up and ran to a classmate's house, staying for 10 days. Later, she felt there was nothing left for her at home. To make a living, she became a prostitute.
Hearing her story, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. A feeling I couldn't shake. Later, she gradually fell asleep, and I fell asleep too.

Early in the morning, I was suddenly awakened by the blinding sunlight. I reached around and found no one beside me. Startled, I looked up. There she was, standing facing the window, wearing only her underwear, gracefully combing her hair. The morning sun reflected off her hair, creating a soft and beautiful light. It was like a delicate oil painting.
I was mesmerized.

She turned and saw me, smiling shyly as she lowered her head. "Brother, you're awake! Your dirty clothes are in the bathroom! Your wallet and phone are on the bedside table!"

she said. Then she put on her clothes. She was still so youthful, still so elegant, still so beautiful, and still made my heart ache. I took 500 yuan from my wallet and handed it to her. She looked at me in surprise. "Brother, you've already given me the money!" I said, "Take it! This little bit of money is nothing to me. Use it to find work first!
Don't do this anymore, don't go on like this! Life is still full of hope, okay?"
Hearing my words, she suddenly lowered her head, and I saw a tear fall onto the carpet. She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly knelt before me, crying, "Brother, I know you're a good person, please take me with you! Wherever you go, whatever you ask me to do, just let me follow you! Please, brother, I really don't want to stay here anymore! I'll do anything!"

Her cries tugged at my heartstrings, as if it were being brutally stabbed.

I smiled bitterly and pulled her up, wiping her tears with my hand, saying, "Sweetie, don't cry! Look, you're not pretty anymore! This is all I can do for you, really, I'm sorry, I can't help you." As I said this, my nose also stung, and it felt like a grain of sand got into my eye; I quickly rubbed it with my hand.

She cried, "Brother, I know I'm tainted, I know I'm not worthy to talk to you!"

My heart ached even more. "Shuang'er, my dear Shuang'er, don't say anymore. You're not tainted, your heart is pure. You're much better than those who look clean but are filthy inside! Be good, I'm sorry, brother, I can't help you!" I really wanted to help her, but I had too many concerns. I think everyone would understand.

After hearing my words, she wiped away her tears. I put the money in her pocket, hugged her tightly, sniffled, and said, "Alright, Shuang'er, go back now! Come find brother if you need anything! Don't do this anymore!"
She smiled bitterly through her tears, nodded, covered her mouth without speaking, opened the door, and walked out. At the door, she turned around, bowed to me, and left without looking back.

Later, my friend's prostitute came to my house, entered, and said, "Brother, I'm finally here! Are you alright?"

I was already annoyed, so I said, "If you don't care about your life, then come. I'll kill you." She laughed, closed the door, and lifted her skirt, revealing her pubic hairy genitals. "Look," she said, "I didn't even wear underwear for you." She then touched herself, inserting her middle finger into herself, and cried out, "Big brother, I really need it! I'm so wet! Want some?" I picked up my penis and said, "Give me a good time with your mouth." She came over, knelt down, and took my penis into her mouth, rubbing her breasts and masturbating while moaning. I'll tell you all about the rest later! I'm really not in the mood for that now.

Later, I told a friend about Shuang'er, and he said she was definitely a scammer, adding that there are many people like that. Even I couldn't help but wonder if I was being too soft-hearted. To verify my decision, we went back two days later and asked the owner. The owner looked helpless and said that the girl had quit. That day, she came back, took her ID, packed her things, and left. We didn't know where she went. When we asked for her address or phone number, the owner said he only knew she was near Hongyan Village. Since she was new, he didn't know her well, only that she rarely took clients. She'd only taken three or four clients in the ten days she'd been there, and still refused to go out. That day was the first time she'd gone out for an overnight stay. He didn't know where she was now, so he just let it go.

[The End]

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