Find a pheasant to have some fun

Feeling utterly bored and wondering where to relax? Looking for a part-time job? Too much talking, and after finally getting a phone number, either they ignore you or bombard you with questions—so frustrating! Online dating? Too much effort, expending all your energy and sweet talk, only to reel in either a complete idiot or someone who can't do this or that—so disappointing! Going to a sauna? These days, brothels are everywhere, you never know when you'll bump into one—so disgusting!

Not finding a suitable place, but not wanting to let my little brother, who was huddled in the dark and silent, suffer too much, I decided to just go with the flow. So I wandered into the famous ten-yuan massage parlors (the kind of street-side massage parlors that charge ten yuan an hour, with no special services). I aimlessly pushed open the door of one of the shops. Although it was three or four in the afternoon, which should have been a quiet time, the place was packed. There was only one woman in her thirties serving customers in the lobby. I didn't pay attention to her appearance, but what was unusual was that she was wearing the stockings and high heels that I liked. Having no choice and not wanting to choose, I followed her into a cubicle and began the routine head massage. The woman's technique was skilled and experienced, considerate and comfortable. In addition, she was not good at talking and worked silently. Before long, I was drowsy.

Perhaps noticing my drowsiness, her massaging hands moved from my head and limbs to my chest and abdomen. After a brief massage through my clothes, she unbuttoned my shirt, her warm hands gently caressing my chest and abdomen. As her fingers rubbed my nipples, I gradually became more alert, casually chatting with her while stretching out and enjoying her touch… Perhaps sensing my desire, the woman considerately pulled the thin blanket over me, then slipped her hands under the blanket, focusing her care on my lower body.

Anyone who's been to a ten-dollar massage parlor knows that the first hour is usually quite routine; they only start to tease you towards the end, and if you want more, you have to extend the session. But here, less than half an hour had passed, and she was already so direct, which was somewhat unexpected. There was only one other possibility: she wanted a tip afterward. However, tips here are usually only twenty or thirty yuan, so I didn't think much of it and let her continue her work.

Soon, the caresses through my pants made her feel awkward, and I felt unsatisfied. So I loosened my belt, and she instinctively reached into my underwear and grabbed my already erect penis, rubbing it. At the same time, sitting on the edge of the bed, she pressed her breasts against me, gesturing for me to caress it. Of course, I didn't hold back, and we were both busy with our own pleasures... Just as

I was enjoying myself, my phone, which was lying to the side, rang at an inopportune moment. Hearing the familiar special ringtone, I knew it was my wife... There was nothing else going on today, and my wife usually doesn't check up on me. Could it be something urgent? I answered the phone, and sure enough, she had a legitimate reason for calling me home immediately. Reluctantly... I ended this simple enjoyment after nearly fifty minutes, took out ten yuan to pay the fee. The woman didn't mention a tip, and of course, I wouldn't presume to do so.

Several days later, I still couldn't forget that woman. But I'd been in a rush and hadn't asked her name (ten-yuan shops don't have signs). And with so many customers there, it was hard to say I'd run into her again. To be safe, I chose an early morning and went into the shop around 11 a.m. It was an unbelievable coincidence! Besides the owner, the only other person in the shop was her, wearing high heels and idly cracking sunflower seeds. Seeing me, she smiled sweetly and said, "Brother, go in and lie down first. I'll wash my hands and be right there."

Everything was similar to last time, except it was more direct, with fewer unnecessary transitions. Just when I was getting really into it, I suddenly wanted to try something new, so I said to her, "Take off your shoes and come rub my genitals with your feet..." The woman readily agreed and quickly sat at my feet, rubbing my genitals with her stockinged feet.

Feeling my erection was unusually swollen, she started to unbuckle my belt: "Take it off, I'll give you a good rub." I glanced worriedly at the door, and the woman quickly reassured me: "It's alright, there are no customers at this time, they've all gone out to the street, and besides, the boss is still sitting at the door..." As she spoke, she had already pulled my pants down to my knees. Since things had come to this, I might as well enjoy it first... The feeling of her stockinged feet rubbing my penis was really amazing. After just a few strokes, I was starting to lose control, but the woman seemed to be having a great time too. She simply took off her stockings and started servicing me barefoot... I was aroused even more, and I couldn't help but pull her legs and bring her feet to my chest. You know what, although this woman was around thirty, her feet were very delicate, soft and boneless in my hands, with five toes as round and cute as broad beans. There wasn't a single dead skin on her soles or heels; they were truly a pair of rare, beautiful feet… As I massaged her feet, she rubbed my penis. In just a moment, I couldn't resist the allure of those beautiful feet before me. The slight sweaty scent stimulated me, and the soft, white flesh tempted me… I seized the opportunity of lust and kissed her…

The woman probably hadn't expected me to do such a thing. She let out a soft gasp, and her hand rubbing my penis paused for a moment. But soon, she cooperated by stretching her legs forward again, letting me kiss one foot while the other caressed my cheek… After a while, seemingly aroused by my teasing, the woman withdrew her legs, lifted her shirt, and leaned over me. She was wearing a front-opening bra, which she easily unhooked herself. Instantly, a pair of full, rounded breasts with brightly colored tips were presented to my lips. Why should I be polite?
For a moment, the sounds of sucking and soft moans echoed in the small cubicle…

Suddenly, the woman pulled back, holding my penis in both hands and softly asking, “Brother, did you take a shower?”
Not knowing why she asked this, I honestly replied, “I just showered yesterday…” The woman seemed a little uneasy, lowering her head to bring her nose close to my penis and inhale for a moment, then enveloping it in her warm embrace… Now it was my turn to be surprised. I hadn't expected her to give me oral sex; this was a rare treat in a ten-dollar shop… The ecstasy, of course, didn't last long. Before I could even think, the woman on the bed quickly pulled down her jeans. I only saw a white thong underneath. In a flash, she pulled the thin string aside, and before I could react, before I could even see the shape of her vulva or the amount of pubic hair, she had already knelt down, grasped my penis in one hand, and slipped it onto her vulva…

Because this happened so suddenly, I was still immersed in the pleasure of her oral sex, and this sudden turn of events… A chill ran down my spine, and my mind raced, telling myself, "No, absolutely not... without protection, what will happen?" And in this small street shop, if we got caught by a patrol officer, it would be a disaster... Thinking this, I didn't move to meet the woman's erect penis. Instead, I consciously pulled my body back, pressing my hands firmly against her swaying buttocks, squeezing my legs together, and involuntarily cried out, "I can't take it, I can't take you..." (Looking back, it was horrific.) Wasn't I just brutally raped by this woman? But at the time, I was quite proud of myself, because in that split second, a stream of semen shot into the woman's vagina before she even had a chance to enjoy it…

At this point, the woman seemed disappointed as she lifted her buttocks, quickly pulled up her pants, covered her shirt, and hurried into the bathroom to clean herself… Taking advantage of this opportunity, I finally caught my breath, pulled out some toilet paper from my pocket, and wiped my messy lower body, while waiting for the woman to come out of the bathroom so I could urinate as soon as possible…
…

About five or six minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open. Just as I was about to get up, the woman lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing me trying to sit up, she quickly reached out and, smiling, pressed me back down. A warm, damp towel was then placed over my genitals. She roughly wiped me, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Don’t move… I’ll wipe you again, it’s hygienic.” Then she went back into the bathroom to wash the towel… For a moment, as I enjoyed the woman’s careful wiping again, I felt a surge of emotion. This kind of scene only happened after I had fulfilled my duties to my wife at home, and this woman, whom I had only met once…

Just as I was lost in thought, the woman had finished getting ready. She had quickly taken off her high heels and squeezed onto the narrow massage bed with me. While putting on stockings, she placed her other foot in my lap for me to play with, whispering, "Do you like it?" I nodded. She changed the subject, "Didn't you play well just now?" "I was a little nervous here..." "Hehe..." "Don't laugh, can you go out and play with me?" "Where to?" The woman switched her stockinged foot with mine, putting stockings on her other foot as she still asked with a grin. "To a hotel, of course, so we can play freely..." "Okay, I promise." The woman wriggled her stockinged foot, which I was kneading, and happily agreed. "So... what did you tell the shopkeeper?" "Silly girl, two hours is enough." "Then you..." I wanted to ask how to pay her, but the words caught in my throat, making it seem like buying meat—lacking any romance. So I swallowed my words...

In our subsequent conversation, I learned that this woman was from Chengdu, Sichuan, divorced with no children, and had been working away from home for three years...
We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to go out and have some fun sometime... Checking the time, I gave her thirty yuan. The woman didn't say anything, waved me to the door, and thus ended my strange experience.
Several days later, I suddenly had a whim to ask the woman out for some fun. I contacted her by phone and was told she was out shopping and asked me to wait at the store entrance. I went as agreed, and the woman arrived quickly. Suddenly... I realized something was wrong. Something must be wrong? Was the winter sun too bright this year, or had I misjudged her the other day? Or perhaps I simply hadn't paid any attention to the woman's appearance, and was only captivated by her beautiful feet? In any case, the woman standing before me in the bright sunshine formed a stark contrast to the lovely winter light… Looking back now, my strongest impression was how unexpected and disappointing it was!

After strongly condemning my own bourgeois tendency to judge by appearances, I still considered backing out—truly, "a man's heart is unfathomable"... But now that the appointment was arranged, how could I refuse? Fortunately, the woman didn't notice my odd behavior; she simply told me to wait while she went inside to speak to the owner. I could only stand there dumbfounded, obeying her orders. A moment later, my phone rang. The woman whispered on the other end that it would be best to go in for a massage for an hour first, then she could come out. I politely declined, saying, "Then let's do it another day; I don't have time to play for too long today…"

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