College student becomes a prostitute and loses his virginity

College Student Becomes a Prostitute
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During the summer before my senior year of college, I took an overnight bus from my home in Tainan back to my university in Taipei. When I arrived at my dorm around 11 PM, I discovered that the school was closed for the summer holidays, and the dorms were temporarily closed. I was doomed. All my classmates had gone back to central and southern Taiwan. The people living in Taipei were either female students or people I didn't know well, and it was already so late; I didn't want to bother them.
So, I rode my motorcycle around the East District to kill some time. By midnight, I was exhausted, so I decided to stay at a hotel. I found one that looked relatively clean, not one of those cheap-looking hotels with dark glass doors and old, dirty signs. Upon entering, I was greeted by an elderly woman at the counter. She said there were no single rooms available, so I had to stay in a double room, but she only charged me the single room rate. After registering my name and receiving the key, I went up to my room on the third floor. The room was fairly clean, the sheets and comforter were neat and tidy, and the plain curtains paired with light yellow wallpaper showed the owner's attention to detail.
Ring...ring...ring...
Strange, a phone call. Why would anyone be looking for me? Maybe the counter needed to give some instructions.
"Hello! Sir! Would you like someone to accompany you?"
Accompany you? Strange, what for?
Oh! I know, to call a prostitute.
At that moment, a wicked thought popped into my head: since no one here would recognize me anyway, I might as well go for it.
"Okay."
After hanging up, I immediately regretted it. I'm still a virgin, giving my first time to a prostitute like this is just too much of a waste. And what if she's ugly, looks like an old hag? What if I get pregnant? Herpes, syphilis, vesicle infection, even AIDS—my life would be over.
The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. My heart pounded faster and faster, my anxiety grew, and cold sweat broke out.
No, no, I can't keep messing around like this. I bravely picked up the phone and told the counter I didn't want it anymore.
I had just picked up the receiver when
… Ring… Ring…
Oh no! It's the doorbell. She's already here.
Oh well, whatever, I can't be that unlucky to get infected on my first try. I steeled myself and opened the door.
A pretty girl stood outside, her face bare of makeup, but you could tell—she was very beautiful. She wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans, white canvas shoes, and had long, flowing hair. She smiled gently at me: "Hi! Hello."
Standing before such a beautiful girl, I suddenly felt completely flustered, stammering, "Okay...okay...ahhh." I answered blankly, wondering if she had come to the wrong room, because she looked like an ordinary college girl on campus, nothing like the call girl I had in mind.
"Excuse me, miss, are you looking for...?" I needed to make sure she wasn't in the wrong room, lest something go wrong.
But that seemed unnecessary, because she had already taken off her t-shirt.
Her bra had no straps, shaped like an 8, the round cups covering half of her full breasts. The light pink lace bra tightly supported her full breasts, the well-fitting bra filling them perfectly, making them stand tall and proud, at least 33 inches high, as perky as those women in those breast-enhancing pill advertisements.
The center of the round cups was slightly pointed, definitely her nipples.
I felt a strange pressure on the front of my pants, constantly expanding, expanding... Those bikini photos of beauty pageant contestants, those bodies that had made me fantasize and masturbate until my legs went weak, were now actually standing right before my eyes.
She seemed used to men's stunned expressions; she tossed her hair back, tilted her head, and smiled, saying, "Am I beautiful?"
I opened my mouth, but was too nervous to speak.
She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped her zipper, pulled down her pants, and kicked off her sneakers. Every movement was so smooth and natural, so unpretentious, as if she were preparing to take a shower at home. Her underwear was white, with white lace trim, the triangle area slightly raised, vaguely showing a blurry shadow, highlighting her slender waist. Her thighs were very shapely, as alluring as a Xiao Qiang pantyhose advertisement.
She took my hand, and I suddenly felt a jolt, like when I secretly held the hand of my crush while crossing the street—both nervous and excited. She pulled me to the bathroom door, turning back to say,
"Take off your clothes outside first."
I hastily pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving only my underwear. Reaching the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and pinched my thigh
hard; the pain convinced me I wasn't dreaming. Entering the bathroom, I saw she had already taken off her bra and underwear, completely naked. Her slender hands were gently rubbing her nipples, a tuft of hair between her teeth, making her shoulder-length hair appear somewhat disheveled. Her genitals were covered in thick pubic hair; seeing a woman's dark, reddish area for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid.
Before I could even react, she had already slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasping my hard, slightly aching penis, slowly rubbing it. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I almost suffocated.
When she pulled down my underwear, my erect penis stood proudly erect, swollen and red, becoming even harder and more vigorous under her gentle caresses. One hand supported my base, while the other skillfully played with my testicles. Waves of heat surged from my genitals, running down my spine to my head. Having never been with a woman before, I couldn't withstand the stimulation; I felt a surge of fluid about to burst from my glans.
No! No, it would be so embarrassing to ejaculate like this; she would laugh at me.
I clenched my buttocks desperately to prevent ejaculation. She probably noticed my embarrassment, removed her hands from my penis, and began lathering her body with soap.
"Sit on the stool," she told me, turning on the shower and wetting me.
I thought she was going to lather me with soap, but instead, she started using her soap-covered pubic hair to scrub my back, from my back, shoulders, and chest. Naturally, I lay down on the floor while she straddled me and scrubbed my genitals. This kind of bathing with pubic hair was far more skillful than just using her hands to lather me with soap, and it made me feel excitedly blissful.
She took a mouthful of hot water, and as I wondered what she was going to do, I felt a surge of heat emanating from my glans. She took my glans into her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around it, gently licking it, stimulating it back and forth with the hot water. This time, I really couldn't resist.
A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain—a sudden, unexpected stimulation that even I couldn't anticipate, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from my glans into her mouth. She gripped the base, thrusting back and forth, giving my penis an even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body tensed to the extreme, blood almost entirely concentrated in my genitals, to experience that supreme carnal pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed, I collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. She smiled contentedly, sucking the last drop of semen from my defeated, rooster-like glans, then tilted her head back and swallowed the hot water and my semen in one gulp.
This shocked me deeply. I'd never even tasted the thick, white, sticky fluid when I masturbated, yet this woman was willing to give me oral sex and even swallow the semen I ejaculated. There's an old saying that one drop of semen is worth nine drops of blood; perhaps that's why she had such a great figure and such fair, alluring skin.
After washing herself clean, she put on a towel and went to bed first. I gripped my limp penis, trying to revive it, but to no avail. Suddenly, I remembered those impotent old men in movies, desperately trying to drink turtle blood and eat whips from their beautiful mistresses, only to be ridiculed by them.
Oh no! This was just foreplay, and I couldn't even get an erection. The main course hadn't even started yet! Being unable to get an erection was a small matter; being ridiculed and humiliated was a much bigger problem. I shouldn't have gotten so excited and used up all my energy.
I rubbed and kneaded for ages, but it was too embarrassing.
"Come to the bed first, I'll help you."
My face flushed; she'd seen right through me. I draped a towel over myself and, like a schoolboy afraid of being scolded by the teacher for doing something wrong, timidly sat on the edge of the bed. She hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Is this your first time?"
I nodded, my face instantly turning as red as Guan Yu's. It was so embarrassing; I wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.
"It's okay, I'll teach you slowly."
I was filled with regret. I shouldn't have let her in; it would have been better to just sleep alone for the night.
Now, it wasn't me who was on top of her, but her who wanted to be on top of me. I didn't know whether I was paying for her or she was paying for me; who was really enjoying it? The worst part was that I was being played with and still had to pay her. I started to hate her.
She made me lie on the bed with my legs spread, then lay on top of me, stroking my genitals. Faced with the seduction of this venomous beauty, my useless little brother remained limp and wrinkled.
"Let's rest for a bit, watch some porn before we continue."
I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. It was a Japanese porn film, and the female lead was very beautiful. She nestled naked against my chest, one hand on my shoulder, the other roaming over my genitals. As I played with her breasts, my energy seemed to gradually return. When I saw the male lead forcefully rip open the woman's bra, my little brother suddenly grew stronger and stronger.
I leaned down and pressed her body against mine, squeezing one breast on each side, burying my face in her cleavage. Then I pressed her breasts against my cheeks, savoring the wonderful touch, greedily inhaling the rich milky scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.
With each breath, her hemispherical breasts gradually swelled and unfolded before my eyes, the pink nipples erect on the enlarged areolas, radiating intense waves of desire. Although I had no experience with sex, under her guidance, she grasped my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard penis parted her moist labia and entered her vagina without restraint. The warm, soft penis inside felt slippery, with a slight pressure similar to a hand gripping it, and a warm, enveloping sensation.
My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing her vulva even tighter. I applied pressure to her buttocks, causing her delicate skin to slap against my testicles.
I increased my speed, and finally, with a shout, I forcefully spread her beautiful legs apart and thrust in even more violently. Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic instincts, making me want to frantically thrust into her warm body, wanting to bite her blooming areolas and chew on them with my thirsty mouth.
Her face flushed red, appearing alluring in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her lips parted slightly, then widened, uttering indistinct murmurs of desire.
After what seemed like an eternity, a tightening sensation shot through my groin, accompanied by a surge of adrenaline coursing through my spine to my brain. I gripped her breasts more tightly, thrusting my penis deeper into her. She writhed, using her feminine advantages to her advantage, moaning and groaning even more intensely. This was the ultimate pleasure, a complete union of man and woman.
I withdrew my penis, a thin layer of fluid clinging to our genitals. Our thick, dark pubic hair was now glistening with the sticky love juice, while she closed her eyes, lost in the moment of bliss. Her breasts were now covered in my bite marks and the marks of my furry fingers. I lay beside her, drenched in sweat and limp, one hand around her shoulder, the other still roaming over her breasts. Her hard nipples gradually softened, and her engorged breasts slowly subsided. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt a pair of slender hands roaming over my body, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted by. I opened my eyes and saw that she had finished showering and was still naked, her hands caressing my chest.
"Are you still up for it? Shall we do it again?"
I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't obey me; I had truly overindulged. I gave a wry smile and shook my head.
She didn't reply, but her hands already grasped my penis, playing with it at will. I felt completely powerless, yet my penis quickly became erect under her manipulation, even experiencing a burning pain during the erection. I knew all too well I couldn't continue. I tried to calm my mind, contemplating mountains, trees, babbling brooks, even the electromagnetism I hated most, but nothing worked. It was as if she had acupunctured my entire body, leaving me numb, but she had left one spot untouched for her amusement.
When her tongue swirled around the glans, a mixture of excitement and pain surged up; I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or distress. She straddled me, using her feminine advantage to penetrate me, and began to move wildly, oblivious to the sensations. This time, my penis no longer felt pleasure, but rather waves of pain, like the agony of masturbating repeatedly. This was practically rape. I thought to myself.
Poor me, with all my wisdom, after giving away my virginity for the first time, I was brutally raped by a prostitute. She had no mercy whatsoever. I wonder what it feels like for a woman to be raped by a man? All I know is that after she writhed several times, my lust was reignited. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, forcing her to lean towards me so I could suckle her breasts. In one swift motion, I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me.
"Fine! You want to rape me? Let me fuck you properly first!"
I bit and grabbed her roughly, forcefully squeezing and kneading her breasts, then biting her nipples hard, making her scream in agony. I showed her no mercy, forcing open her tightly clenched thighs, letting my penis thrust wildly inside her, pounding through the softest walls of her flesh with my hard rod, striking her most intimate parts with my testicles.
I fantasized that I was a brutal laborer, raping the long-desired Maggie Cheung on a dirty construction site.
Her screams grew sharper and sharper, indistinguishable between cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy.
With each thrust, the sensations rising from my genitals were indistinguishable between pleasure and excruciating pain. All I knew was that I was going to fuck you hard, you slut. Even if you're a great international superstar, I'll still make you cry for your parents under my cock.
This is rape, this is rape! Every man's dream girl, Maggie Cheung, is being raped by me. I'm going to fuck you until you're ecstatic.
She seemed to be in unbearable pain, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition. She began to resist, struggling fiercely with her hands. But I had already lost my mind. The more she resisted, the more excited I became. Like an exhibitionist who gets more pleasure from hearing a woman's screams, especially with her amazing figure and beautiful face, raping Maggie Cheung was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could I let it go so easily?
I slapped her several times, leaving bright red finger marks on her cheeks. Her cries grew louder, and my latent lust began to burn. *Slap! Slap!* The crisp sounds struck her heaving breasts.
"No! No! I don't want it!" You
're kidding, you wanted it first. Did you ask me if I wanted it when you were on top of me? Now that I've had my way with you, you don't want it anymore? It's not that easy. I tightened my grip on her hands, immobilizing her, and forcefully spread her overly taut thighs, pounding my penis against her clitoris and squeezing her labia with the head. Although I had never raped anyone before, and hadn't even had sex before today, it was a man's instinct. Besides, I had already raped Maggie Cheung countless times under the covers while masturbating. Her screams turned into wails.
"Please, please stop! I can't stand the pain anymore! Let me go!" Her face was already covered in tears, and her limbs had stopped struggling. Her mournful face kept pleading with me.
No, no! You asked for this, and besides, I haven't even ejaculated yet.
I viciously thrust my penis into her vagina again, hearing her pitiful scream, which only fueled my lust. I really am a perverted sex fiend. I grabbed her breasts and swayed my lower body harder, making her cry out again and again, until my lower body kept twitching and twitching, knowing that I was about to ejaculate. I straightened up and pulled out of her vagina, forcefully prying open her mouth with both hands, letting my penis spray into her mouth, thick fluid filling her mouth, before I pulled out with satisfaction.
I opened my eyes and peeked at her face. She seemed to have no longer shown the pain she had just shown. Instead, she was enjoying herself, dipping her fingers in the semen on her lips and then sucking it in her mouth. I knew she was faking it just now; she must have been so turned on by how much I fucked her. These women just need to be fucked. I've even heard that some virgins, when raped, unconsciously reach orgasm, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, and afterwards they savor the aftertaste. No wonder women rarely report rapes, and are even raped again and again. The reason is simply that they subconsciously have a desire to be raped, but it's suppressed by societal norms. Especially the more dignified a woman is, the more lewd she becomes in bed. The reason is simple: she's been suppressed for too long. Like Xiaoyu, the most beautiful girl in our department, who fell in love with the scumbag Atai in our class, and supposedly slept with him after only two dates. Damn, she looks so pure and innocent, I've had a crush on her for so long, but I just couldn't muster the courage. I never imagined she'd be so shameless. If I had known, I would have asked her out and forced myself on her like today; maybe she'd be mine now.
"So good! So good! You're amazing! I've never had such an orgasm before," my Zhang Manyu said.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at my own virility. Looking at the bruises all over her body, I felt a strange pleasure; I didn't know if she was the pervert or I was. Suddenly, I wished I could actually rape Maggie Cheung, or Joey Wong, or Hsiao-Chiang. Hearing their moans and cries would be even more exciting.
I got off the bed naked, sat in a chair, and lit a cigarette. I watched her on the bed, her eyes closed, her hands kneading her breasts, seemingly savoring the moment. Her body was truly beautiful—high breasts, a slender waist, long thighs, and delicate calves—a stunning beauty. I couldn't understand why she was out there. Was she short of money? Or was she just driven by materialism? I felt sorry for her. Thinking about it, those movie stars and models, like Maggie Cheung or Hsiao-Chiang, didn't they all make money with their looks? The only difference was whether we knew if they sold themselves. Maybe a rich guy could earn a million or half a million a night, and Brigitte Lin could still lie naked in bed and let anyone have their way with her.
"You're still a student, aren't you?" I suddenly asked curiously.
"Why are you asking? People in our line of work don't have connections."
"It's nothing, never mind. You don't look like someone in this line of work; you look more like a college student, and I'm a college student myself."
"I'm a junior, sociology major. Surprised?"
"Not really. I'm just curious, someone as pretty as you, why are you here?"
"Different perspectives, I guess! I'm not vain, I'm not short of money, and I'm not struggling academically. On the contrary, I get scholarships every semester. I just want to experience a different side of life, unlike college students who are confined to an ivory tower, completely unaware of the realities of society."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"More than half a year. There are seven of us girls renting an apartment together. We're all top students from our respective schools. We take turns picking each other up every day, and in the evenings we can study and tutor.
" "Do the other students know?"
"Of course I don't know. I'm a good student at school, I run clubs, participate in activities, and lots of boys pursue me, but I don't have a boyfriend. I really wonder if those boys who pursue me would continue if they found out one day that their Snow White could be bought?" "
We certainly don't sleep with just anyone. We have to select our clients beforehand. I only take cases I'm satisfied with. The most important thing is that they register their accommodation using their real names like ID cards and driver's licenses to avoid any danger. Secondly, they have to look clean and not unpleasant, and have a respectable job before we feel comfortable with them. And we only take the same client a maximum of three times to avoid any romantic entanglements."
"How long do you plan to do this?"
"I'll stop after I have enough money to study abroad. I want to focus on dating."
I suddenly wondered, "Were you really in pain just now?"
"Haha," she laughed, making me feel embarrassed. "I could tell it was your first time. Actually, when a woman reaches orgasm, she can't really distinguish whether it's more physical pain or intense pleasure. Like my first time with a man, the pain of my hymen being torn mixed with wave after wave of rising pleasure gave me extreme satisfaction and made me scream loudly. That was a true orgasm, a scream from the heart. Only women can understand this subtle feeling. So I think you men are pathetic. Although you're all lustful, none of you can get the same orgasm from sex as a woman." "Your pleasure was nothing but the release of animalistic desires, how pathetic. Your penis was just a tool for me to reach orgasm; you really thought you raped me."
I lay down on the bed with my back to her. Although I was very tired, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I was filled with endless emotions. She was not your average dull college student; on the contrary, she must be extremely intelligent and know how to control her own direction. It's hard to say whether what she did was right or wrong, since it was her own choice, so there's no right or wrong. But if she were my girlfriend, no matter how beautiful and graceful she was, I would never want to.
Thinking about this, I finally fell asleep. The next day, I was awakened by the glaring sunlight. Oh my god, it was 3:15 pm. I tried to get up, but my whole body was weak and powerless, and my muscles and bones ached. I shook my head and remembered last night, it still felt like a dream, only she was gone in the dream.
I turned my head, and a bright red thing came into view. Oh my god! It was a red envelope, the price I paid for losing my virginity. Next to it was a small note:
"Hope you slept well, and I hope to serve you again.
Tel: xxx-xxxxxx
— Jenny."
Holding the note, I stared blankly, recalling the events of last night, her soft body, her full breasts—everything felt so real. But the price was ten thousand yuan, a whole month's rent and living expenses, far beyond my means. Although she later said I was also a university student and she had a great time, so she would only charge me half price and then a 20% discount, making it only four thousand yuan, it was still a month's food money. Forget it, forget it all! I don't have the means to squander it; she will never belong to a man like me. I took out a lighter and burned the note, struggled to get up, put on my clothes, and stepped out of the hotel. Today, another new day.
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