Vietnam Travelogue

Around the late 1990s, when I was around 27 or 28, I went to Guangxi with some friends. We went to a place called Pingxiang, which is on the Sino-Vietnamese border. Some of the friends who hosted us there were people from the National Security Bureau.
Back then, I was quite young and impetuous, and I didn't really like prostitutes. Because I was considered to have a good figure, good looks, and a decent income, and I always had several girlfriends, I not only disliked prostitutes but also looked down on some of my friends who frequented prostitutes, jokingly calling them "chicken worms."
However, even so, in this world, one has to play along. And the "chicken worms" around me always looked down on me, telling me that prostitutes provide professional services, and that my girlfriends were clueless
and no different from dried-up fish. Although I didn't quite agree with their views, I would occasionally go with them. Maybe I'm just a stingy person. Although I did hire prostitutes a few times, I always felt that there were plenty of free options, so why spend money on these unclean ones? Actually, at that time, I simply hadn't encountered any prostitutes who could provide high-quality sexual services.
Upon arriving in Pingxiang, the group of artillerymen, at the urging of their local friends, naturally indulged in drinking and womanizing. However, when choosing prostitutes, I didn't find any that caught my eye, so I slept alone that night. The next day, this incongruous behavior, as usual, earned me a beating from my friends.
The next day's plan was to drive to Vietnam for some fun. After several hours of driving, we entered Vietnam. This was my first time truly visiting another country. Although I had been to Hong Kong and Macau before, this
was, after all, Chinese territory, and Hong Kong had already returned to China. Being my first time abroad, I was prepared to bring glory to my country and was determined to have some Vietnamese women.
We arrived in an unnamed city (a bit of a failure; I never asked what it was until I started writing this today, only to realize I didn't even know the name, and all my friends said they'd forgotten it), and immediately found a hotel to stay in.
The hotel we stayed in was quite new, but it was a far cry from hotels in China. My friend took us there mainly because it was newly opened, the beds were new, and it was convenient to find prostitutes.
After checking in, everyone was a bit tired from the long journey, so we decided to take a nap and move on after dinner.
I wasn't driving when we crossed the border, and I hadn't done much the night before, so I didn't need to rest after getting into my room. I just watched TV and looked at the scenery outside the window. I didn't go out because my local security friend had warned us before we left that
there were a few things to be careful about in Vietnam. First, the only legitimate form of consumption for Chinese men in Vietnam is prostitution! So don't wander around aimlessly, or
you'll be watched by the local security. Second, don't take out your phone to make calls on the street, or the local security will confiscate it. Although I still can't verify these warnings, since they were issued, I decided to stay in the room if there was nothing else to do.
I stayed in the room for about half an hour when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw a floor attendant carrying a kettle. She spoke in broken Mandarin, saying she was there to get me some hot water. I looked her over; she was wearing traditional Vietnamese clothing, her skin was slightly brown but looked healthy,
and she was quite pretty, with a high nose, white teeth, and red lips. She had her hair in a ponytail, was about 158 cm tall, of medium build, and her breasts weren't particularly large, but overall, her appearance was somewhat alluring.
After putting down the hot water, she didn't leave the room but started chatting with me.
"Sir, are you Chinese?"
"You're speaking Mandarin to me, do you really need to ask?"
"Are you here for tourism?" "What do
you think? What do the Chinese guests you've encountered usually come here for?" "
They're all here for tourism and leisure. " "
Then we're here for leisure." "
Where are you planning to go?" "
Wow, you're from the National Security Bureau? So many questions."
At this point, she admitted she didn't know what the National Security Bureau was, so I explained it to her.
"Oh, that's not what I meant. I just know what you're planning to do, so I can give you some pointers."
"What do the Chinese people you've met usually do here?"
"…………. They all come to find prostitutes."
"Well, we're the same as them. Do you have any good recommendations?"
As I spoke, I gave her a Fisherman's Treasure mint. This kind of mint was considered expensive in China at the time, and she probably hadn't tried it before. She ate it with great relish. While we ate, she mentioned several places, but I was completely confused and didn't understand a word she said. I finally said,
"I don't quite understand what you're saying, but my friend comes here often, and he takes us there."
At this point, it seemed like there was nothing more to say, but she didn't seem willing to leave. I said,
"Aren't you on duty? How come
you have so much free time?" "There are only a few customers on this floor today, so I don't have much to do."
"Oh, didn't you change their hot water?"
"I changed it for everyone. You were the last one. They were all sleeping, but I saw you weren't asleep, so I started chatting with you. It's daytime now, why are they all asleep? Aren't they going out for a walk?"
"Hehe, they were too tired last night! They don't have the energy to play if they don't rest."
"Then why aren't you asleep?"
"Because I didn't do what they were doing last night."
"Why didn't you do it?"
"Well, well, I didn't see anything suitable, so I just went to sleep."
"Why didn't you see anything suitable?"
"How can I explain that? If it's not suitable, it's not suitable. There's no point in explaining."
"So, do you think I'm suitable?"
Holy crap, I almost jumped up when I heard that! I've never encountered such a proactive hotel waitress in China! I never thought Vietnam was truly a land of prostitutes!
"You're great. If I'd met you last night, I'd be exhausted today."
"I've got nothing to do right now, how about I keep you company?"
"Sure, we still have a few hours before dinner. How are you going to keep me
company?" "However you want."
"I want you to come sit next to me."
So she obediently sat down next to me. Since I'd been lying on the bed, she proactively and gently massaged my thigh.
"Hmm, let's get this straight, how much do you want for keeping me company?"
"...I don't really know, I haven't been working long, I don't know how much to charge. (Bullshit! So proactive!
I don't believe it!)"
"But there has to be a price, I can't afford more, I'm poor."
"How can you people who come here to have fun be poor? But you Chinese seem to really like 8, how about 80?"
Hehe, she actually offered that price, of course I immediately accepted.
"Okay, it's settled then. Do you want RMB? I didn't exchange any Vietnamese currency."
"RMB is accepted here. Would you like me to take a shower first?"
"Um, well... I want to shower too, let's shower together."
She seemed a little embarrassed at this point, but after thinking for a while, she agreed, saying she needed to go back to the floor service desk to prepare.
After she left, I quickly stripped off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear.
Less than five minutes later, she returned. Seeing that I was ready, she covered her mouth and chuckled. Although she had been sitting next to me and had massaged my thigh for a while, I hadn't had any physical reaction. But her smile, for some reason, caused my penis to suddenly become erect!
She seemed genuinely shy and asked if I could go in first. I didn't say anything and went in myself, turning on the tap to wash myself (the guest rooms here only have showers, not bathtubs, and only cold water; thankfully it was summer, and the weather was quite hot. Later, I asked her and learned that if you wanted hot water, you had to fetch it yourself using a bucket).
About a minute later, she pushed the door open and came in. When she entered, she glanced at my erect penis and then lowered her head. She seemed to be completely naked, wearing a large towel wrapped around her body. I don't recall seeing such a towel when I first arrived at the guest room; I wonder where she found it.
"Everyone's already here, what are you still doing standing around there?"
She slowly took off her towel, but still covered her chest with her hands. I tend to admire shy women, so I didn't make any move, just watched her. Although she covered her chest, she didn't cover her lower body. Her pubic hair was quite neat, neither too much nor too little. Judging from the appearance of her chest covered by her hands, her breasts weren't very large, even a bit small. Seeing that I didn't move, she stood there somewhat bewildered, her head down. We were in this awkward silence for a while, then I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Perhaps because of the cold water, I noticed that she trembled uncontrollably when our bodies touched.
As we got closer, she hugged me tightly with both arms. I felt the pressure from her firm breasts, and my hands began to stroke her back and buttocks. Although her skin wasn't white, it was very smooth, feeling like touching a piece of fine silk, quite comfortable.
We embraced and rinsed under the shower for a while. I turned her over so her back was against me, and we looked at our reflection in the mirror. My hand touched her breasts; they were probably a 33B, not very large, but quite firm. Her nipples, which were slightly inverted, slowly protruded under my touch. My hand moved over her abdomen and then to her lower body. Although we were both wet, I could clearly feel a different kind of fluid coming from her lower body, and quite a lot of it. Under my caresses, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and let out a soft moan.
As I touched her, she reached behind her back and began to gently touch my penis. Her skin was smooth, but her hands were rough, yet they gave me a strange stimulation. I grabbed the soap from the side and lathered it on her body. We began to writhe in the soap's lubrication, making closer contact.
Her moans grew louder, and my penis swelled to its limit. I told her to wait for me there, rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed a condom from my bag, put it on, and went back into the bathroom. She seemed to want to say something, but I didn't let her speak. I gestured for her to turn her face to the wall, placed her hands on the wall, leaned my body against it, and spread her legs. She seemed a little bewildered, constantly turning her head to look at me.
After spreading her legs, I found the right position and thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging into her vagina. The rapid entry caused her to let out a loud "ah!" I felt that her vagina was incredibly tight, almost unbelievably so. With my vigorous movements, she secreted more and more fluid, and the tightness began to transform into a lubricated pressure.
As I fucked her, one hand haphazardly grabbed her breasts, occasionally pulling her nipples like milking a cow, while the other hand reached down to her genitals, pressing hard on her clitoris. Under this multi-sensory stimulation, her moans turned into cries.
Although I didn't ejaculate yesterday, the condom reduced my pleasure, and the constant cooling from the showerhead meant that despite my vigorous movements, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. The intense activity lasted about five minutes before I started to tire, and my movements gradually slowed.
She turned to me and said, "Let's go back to the room."
I didn't reply, my penis remaining inside her vagina, but my hands continued to caress her sensitive areas. After catching my breath, I closed the toilet seat and had her place her hands on it, her legs straight. I then began to penetrate her, pressing my hands against her fleshy buttocks. Although she wasn't tall, her legs were long, and standing with them straight meant I didn't have to bend her legs much during this position, so it wasn't as tiring as before.
The bathroom was small, and although the location had changed, the cold water kept pouring over me, still cooling down my passion. We stayed in that position for another five minutes, until her voice turned into screams. After a few screams, she went limp, her body collapsing against the toilet seat, and my penis left its place.
She buried her head in her hands and said in a trembling voice, "I can't take it anymore, wait a minute."
Damn it, I was in the middle of it all, how could I wait!
So, I folded the towel she had wrapped around herself when she came in and placed it under our knees. We both knelt on the towel, and I inserted my penis into her vagina again. At first, her upper body was limp on the toilet seat, and she made soft moans.
However, women recover quickly. Not long after, she seemed to have recovered; her humming turned into moans, accompanied by a few words I couldn't understand. Her buttocks responded to my thrusts. After nearly 10 minutes of thrusting, I finally felt the urge to ejaculate, and my movements became more intense. I forcefully spread her buttocks apart with both hands, and she felt my movements, her hips twisting more violently.
With a few particularly strong thrusts, I finally ejaculated the semen that had been accumulating for several days. Her moans reached their peak during these thrusts. After ejaculating, my penis remained inside her vagina, enjoying the contractions of her vagina after her orgasm. I
knelt on the ground to rest for a while, until my penis gradually softened and withdrew from her vagina.
I stood up and washed myself. She remained kneeling, facing me, and gently removed the condom filled with semen. She then applied some soap and gently washed my penis. Under her gentle caresses, I closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed the sensation.
She washed me very carefully, attending to every part of my penis, even meticulously cleaning the area covered by the foreskin. I said, "You're washing so thoroughly." She chuckled but didn't say anything. After a while, I suddenly felt my penis being taken into her mouth. Every man knows that oral sex is very pleasurable afterward. I hadn't asked her to perform oral sex before we made love, but I was pleasantly surprised afterward.
Her oral skills weren't actually that great; she occasionally bumped into my teeth, but when I was limp, even that didn't cause any discomfort. My limp penis seemed like a toy in her mouth. Her tongue constantly teased my limp member, while her mouth sucked on it like a baby nursing. Under her influence, less than five minutes after I ejaculated, I became hard again for the first time ever. Although it wasn't hard enough to penetrate again, it was at a moderate level. At that moment, I knew I could continue, so I pulled her up, got some soap, and started washing her.
When a man helps a woman bathe, it's mostly about teasing. I first placed my entire palm on her genitals and gently rotated it from side to side. Her pubic hair was mostly concentrated on her mons pubis, with only a few sparse hairs on her labia. After pressing for a while, I used my fingers to part her labia and cleaned the area around her vaginal opening. She held me tightly with both hands, licking my chest with her tongue. Slowly, I inserted my fingers into the place where I had previously penetrated, and she moaned again. But after stirring slightly, I withdrew and went to the side to dry myself. She then became shy again and turned her back to me to wash herself.
I left the bathroom, lay down on the bed, lit a cigarette, and checked the time; about 40 minutes had passed since I entered the bathroom. Before I finished my cigarette, she came out, said nothing, and quietly lay down beside me, her legs straddling my body, her hand gently pinching my nipple. After finishing my cigarette, I gently embraced her, and we nestled together on the bed like lovers.
After a while, I became restless, my hands again teasing her sensitive areas. She lay on her back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed my caresses. Only then did I truly observe her body. Her breasts, though small, were exceptionally firm, clearly protruding even when lying down. Her nipples were slightly inverted, and even when erect under my stimulation, they were only small. Her areolas were a darker color, but not unattractive. She was the type of woman who was thin but not bony; although she didn't have much flesh, there were no visible bones. Her abdomen was flat and firm. From above, her pubic hair was beautifully shaped, clustered inwards.
I had her spread her legs apart and moved my body between them. I saw that her labia had a few sparse hairs, and the color of her genitals was similar to that of her nipples, so I guessed she was quite experienced. Her clitoris gradually protruded as I played with it. Her clitoris was relatively large, and the protrusion was very obvious. I pinched her clitoris with two fingers, pushing the foreskin down as much as possible, while playing with it with my other finger. At this point, her moans started to get louder, and she tried to push my hand away. Of course, I didn't let her succeed and continued my actions.
Under my stimulation, she began to secrete fluid, and her vaginal opening started to open and close slightly. I continued to pinch her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand, moistened with her vaginal fluid, slowly inserted my fingers into her vagina. Under the double stimulation, her legs began to close, and she reached out, pressing tightly against my hand that was pinching her clitoris. I inserted my fingers deeper and deeper into her vagina, stirring them around. Her vaginal fluid increased, flowing all over my hand, and some even ran down her buttocks onto the sheets.
After a while, she suddenly tensed up, pressing her hands hard against mine, her body trembling uncontrollably. I stopped what I was doing, but I didn't pull my hand out.
After her trembling subsided, she went limp. I pulled out my fingers, lay down next to her, and moved my hands to her breasts. After resting for a while, she smiled at me. Her smile was incredibly attractive; I can't describe how attractive it was. I only know that my penis reacted even more strongly after seeing her smile.
She held my penis in her hand, stroked it a few times, and then bent down and took it into her mouth. She was so proactive! None of my girlfriends were willing to give me oral sex, and some of the prostitutes I'd hired refused, while others wanted to pay extra (back then, there wasn't such a thing as a full-service package). I gestured for her to straddle me, so we could get into a 69 position, which would make it easier for me to play with her genitals. Soon, her juices flowed freely again. Then she did something that surprised me: she reached behind her, pulled my hand, and placed it on her anus. Although I had many girlfriends back then and had seen anal sex in porn, I wasn't really into it until 2000, when I had my first anal sex experience by chance. So, at that time, I wasn't interested in women's anuses; in fact, I was somewhat resistant to it.
Under her guidance, I reluctantly touched her anus a few times before focusing my attention back on her genitals. She sensed my hand had moved away but started touching herself, even inserting a knuckle into her anus. Seeing this, I said to her, "Don't touch me with that hand anymore."
She turned her head and said to me, "Don't you like this? Many men like it."
I said, "Then I'm one of the few men."
Since her head had turned around, her body followed suit, and she put on the condom I had prepared. The condom was one I had brought from China because a friend had told me that the condoms in Vietnam were of poor quality, very thick, and similar to those issued by the government, so we had prepared several boxes.
After putting on the condom, she straightened my penis and slowly sat down, filling it completely to the hilt in one go. But when she reached the deepest point, we both let out an "oh." She leaned over me, hugging me, and after a while, she slowly started moving. I disliked this kind of movement the most; it was always the woman who initiated it, and my hands could only touch her back. After she moved a few times, I propped her up, grabbing her breast with one hand and reaching down to where we were touching with the other, teasing her exposed clitoris as she moved up and down.
Her movements gradually became more intense, and after a few frantic twists, a strong contraction came from her vagina again, and she went limp on top of me once more.
After her orgasm subsided, I skillfully adjusted our positions, man on top, and lifted her legs high. Her hamstrings were very flexible; she could almost stretch them straight up to her shoulders. I pressed down on her knees with both hands and began a push-up motion. This push-up-like motion was my forte; I used to go to the gym frequently, so my physical condition was much better than it is now. Since I had only recently ejaculated, I continued this "pile-up" motion for almost 15 minutes.
During this long period of intense activity, she had about two orgasms. When she orgasmed, she asked me to stop, but I ignored her and instead thrust even harder, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. After her second orgasm, she looked at me with pleading eyes. After 15 minutes of continuous movement, I was also a little tired, so I lowered her legs and lay on top of her. Seeing that I had complied, she seemed a little happy and kept kissing my face.
After letting her rest for a while, I picked her up and made her kneel on the bed. By then, she was completely exhausted and could only lift her buttocks while lying face down on the bed. I continued thrusting in a "doggy style" for almost 10 minutes. Later, she didn't even have the strength to lift her buttocks anymore, and she lay face down on the bed. I could only put a pillow under her stomach and spread her legs apart. Although I could do it on top of her in this position, I still used a push-up-like "pile driving" motion. She couldn't scream anymore, and all she could hear were moans. After nearly 10 minutes of "pile driving," I finally ejaculated for the second time that day.
The second time we made love lasted almost an hour, and we were both exhausted. I lay on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, and let my penis go limp and withdraw. There's something I forgot to mention earlier: this hotel didn't have air conditioning, but the climate in Vietnam seemed quite nice. There was only a fan, but it wasn't uncomfortable. However, with such intense activity in the summer, even in nice weather, you'd be covered in sweat.
After a while, I felt very uncomfortable from being so sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, but she said she needed to lie down for a bit longer. However, this "a bit longer" meant she was still lying in the same position after I finished showering. The bed was covered in both semen and sweat, so I wasn't going to sleep on it. Luckily, it was a double room, so I lay down on the other bed and lit a cigarette. When I was almost finished, she finally recovered, turned around, smiled at me, and slowly got up and went into the bathroom.
After cleaning up, she came back to me. Looking at the time, it was already past 4 PM, about 20 minutes before she got off work. So we started chatting. Her surname was Song, and she had Chinese ancestry; her grandmother was from Guangxi. Although some people in Vietnam could speak Chinese, not many. She was 22 years old, had been married for four years, and didn't have any children. She was often bullied by her husband's family.
I wasn't interested in her family, so I asked her if I was more skilled than her husband. She said her husband only liked to do things to her anus. I said, "You're the one who likes to do things to your anus, aren't you? I just saw you touching yourself." She said she was used to it and always liked to touch herself. She asked me, somewhat strangely, why I didn't do things to her anus, because her husband, her friend's husband, and several of her clients all liked to do things to her anus, so she assumed all men liked anal sex. I couldn't answer that question, only saying it was a matter of personal preference and there was nothing to say.
I asked her if her husband knew she worked as a prostitute. She said many women in her area worked as prostitutes, and their husbands didn't question the source of their extra income. She was a high school graduate, relatively well-educated, and originally didn't want to work as a prostitute because she hadn't had children after many years of marriage, and her husband's family always scolded her. That's why she worked as a prostitute to earn some money, and she thought she could start her own business after a divorce.
I asked her if I was better than her husband, and she said I was much better than him, that she had never experienced so many orgasms. I said then it would be me serving you, and you'd have to pay me. She got a little nervous and said she didn't have any money, but she could refuse if I didn't want to pay. I told her I was just joking.
It was almost time for her to get off work, so she got up to get dressed. I took out my wallet and gave her 100 yuan, saying, "Keep the change, take the rest." She was very happy and, without even buttoning her shirt properly, jumped on me and kissed me.
After she left, I took a nap. Before I fell asleep, she came back again, this time to do her job—changing the sheets. While changing the sheets, she asked me how long I was going to stay. I said about three nights. "What? You want to come and keep me company?" She smiled and said, "I'll come find you when you're free, but you'll probably be sleeping when you are."
Around 6 a.m., my buddies knocked on the door. A few guys came into my room, leering at me, and asked, "We heard some noises in the hallway. We asked each other, everyone's asleep. We're the only customers on this floor today. Was it you?!"
I chuckled and admitted it, then recounted my performance. I thought they'd be impressed by how well I'd done, but instead, I got a barrage of insults. They accused me of acting without asking the price, saying firstly, I shouldn't have offered extra tips after agreeing on a price, as that would ruin the market; secondly, that 100 yuan was for the whole night, and regular sex was only 30-50 yuan!
I retorted, "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" They replied, "Damn it, you're such a hypocrite, always pretending to be so upright. Who would have thought you'd cheat on us? We were going to help you arrange things, but you beat us to it!"
After a round of bickering, the leader told us about the "market rates" here. Apparently, there are many mixed-race women in Vietnam, with great figures and beautiful faces. Chinese clients in Vietnam usually pay for the whole night, rarely for short stays. A French-Vietnamese woman for an overnight stay costs around 120 yuan, an American-Vietnamese woman around 100 yuan, and a Chinese-Vietnamese woman is equivalent to a local Vietnamese woman, costing around 80 yuan.
Heh, I see. But I don't think I'm being ripped off unfairly; I personally feel it's worth it. I couldn't be bothered with their nonsense, but now that I know the rates, I'll just follow them from now on.
The pack set off. Passing the service counter, I glanced at it; she had already finished work. The new waitress was pretty, but not my type.
Led by the leader, we arrived directly at a building. I call it a building because I couldn't find a suitable adjective in my vocabulary. It had two floors and a large interior, divided into numerous small rooms. It was already getting dark, and these rooms were lit by pink lights. Each room was filled with women, all dressed provocatively and heavily made up.
We wandered around the building a few times and found that it was full of these kinds of houses, with a few small shops selling miscellaneous goods. Each floor had a toilet.
During our cursory look, we encountered many like-minded people, mostly Chinese, with a few foreign tourists, but hardly anyone who looked Vietnamese.
After a quick look around, the leader said, "Well, that's enough for now. We'll split up. I'm planning a threesome, so you can figure it out yourselves." Back then, I was so naive; it's
funny to think about now. After he said that, I asked, "What does 'threesome' mean?" Of
course, this earned me a good scolding.
When we split up, I dragged along a close friend who was more experienced. When he saw a girl he liked, besides asking about her price and family background (whether she was mixed-race), he also "inspected the goods" (touched her breasts).
After visiting more than ten places, he chose two French-Vietnamese women and negotiated a price: 120 for the night, or 150 if we swapped.
Seeing my hesitation, he scolded me again, offering to help me decide. I refused, saying I'd choose the girls; he could just negotiate the price and inspect the goods.
He then told the two girls he'd chosen to wait at the entrance while he accompanied me. I'm not usually a fan of prostitutes, but even though I came with the urge to "do my part," it still took me dozens of visits to find suitable ones. The two I chose were also French-Vietnamese. Although I couldn't tell the difference between French-Vietnamese and American-Vietnamese, since they were a bit more expensive and my friends recommended them, I decided to go for it. I could always try an American-Vietnamese woman tomorrow.
The two my friend chose were quite tall, the shortest being around 162cm and the tallest, I'd estimate, around 165cm. Both had very fair skin. The two I chose were petite, the tallest around 158cm and the shortest at most 155cm. The taller one had fairer skin, while the shorter one had a similar complexion to Ms. Song from earlier.
The six of us waited downstairs for quite a while. I got a little impatient and asked why they hadn't chosen yet. My friend said, "Damn it, you're so troublesome. They must have chosen long ago. Besides, we're driving a small car, only able to carry six or seven people at most. They'll definitely have to make several trips back and forth." I said,
"Aren't there many small tricycles on the roadside? We can go back ourselves."
He said, "You're highly educated, but you're pretty stupid. What kind of place is this? Foreign tourists just get on any vehicle and get ripped off without even realizing it."
Sigh, we kept waiting. Almost the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes, we finally saw the car return. It was the leader's car, completely empty. Sure enough, it was coming back to pick us up. Apparently, this was his second time back. We'd really taken a long time to choose.
On the way back to the hotel, I thought we were heading straight there, so I asked, "Aren't we supposed to eat first?"
"Eat my ass! I bought a ton of food and put it in the trunk while I was waiting for you guys. Time is of the essence, it's time for a romantic getaway!"
Ugh...
Back at the hotel, I found all the guys' rooms wide open. The leader called us together for a meeting, saying, "Because this artillery regiment has a rookie, we have to hold an emergency meeting. Let me explain the situation. Since everyone's decided to go for a threesome, I'd like to combine the rooms. Five rooms, two beds each. The five of us will be in three rooms. This idiot (referring to me) probably won't get used to swapping, so he'll have one room. The four of us can form our own groups. All your luggage should be in the remaining two rooms; only bring essentials."
After the meeting, I went to my room and found several cans of beer, several cans of cola, several bowls of instant noodles, and a bunch of miscellaneous food on the bedside table. These guys are pretty thorough.
A while later, I suddenly remembered—where's my woman?! So I ran to other rooms to look for them, only to find the two women I was looking for being groped by Erlang. I rescued them and took them back to my room.
Although I've had relationships with many women, I really didn't know what to do when faced with two women I could sleep with at the same time. Seeing that I wasn't making any moves, the two women asked if I could eat something. Neither of them spoke Chinese, but they could say a few words of English, so it wasn't impossible to communicate. However, for the sake of convenience, I'll translate the following into Chinese first, otherwise I'll be accused of showing off, haha.
So, we started eating instant noodles and bread, and drinking beer. The beer was even Zhujiang Pure Draft, damn it.
Although they could speak English, they weren't very fluent, so we didn't talk much while eating. As I ate and drank, I thought, "Damn it, they usually call me 'Big Brother,' but now I'm a newbie. Since I've decided to fight for the country, I should go all out. Anyway, I had one this afternoon, and it felt pretty good."
I made up my mind, but thinking is one thing, doing is another. After we finished eating, we sat there a bit awkwardly. Just then, we heard a series of shouts and laughter from a couple outside. Damn it, they've started having fun. The two women, seeing that I wasn't making any move, looked at each other and laughed, muttering something to themselves.
Seeing this, I got angry and said, "Let's begin," and then "bravely" stripped myself completely naked.
The two women, seeing me get started, didn't say anything, but generously followed suit with their actions.
At this point, physical communication was more important than verbal communication; the language barrier became less important. I led the two women into the bathroom. Although we had already showered, showering was just a process, not the goal. What I needed was the feeling of a romantic bath (a bath with three people doesn't really feel like a romantic bath anymore).
I'm very experienced in taking a romantic bath with one woman, but I'm at a loss when bathing with two women at the same time. In this situation, of course, it's best to be sophisticated and let them provide proactive, standard service. If there's anything I'm not satisfied with, I can point it out. For the sake of convenience, I'll refer to them as "Tall Girl" and "Short Girl" based on their similar heights.
After entering the bathroom, the two women didn't immediately embrace me. Instead, they each lathered themselves with soap, then sandwiched me between them like sandwich fillings, using their bodies to thoroughly lather me with soap.
Their breasts didn't appear very large from the outside, but once their clothes were off, they were quite impressive. I estimated both women's bust sizes were around 34 cm, and both were quite firm. As their two firm breasts, lubricated by the soap, pressed tightly against me from the front and back, I couldn't help but groan with pleasure, and my penis began to respond.
After enjoying this sandwich-like sensation for a while, they rinsed the soap off my body. The one behind me started licking my back with her tongue, while the one in front half-squatted, using her breasts to slide my penis up and down. The water and residual soap lubricated the area, and her erect nipples constantly brushed against the sides of my thighs, making me feel exceptionally comfortable.
After licking my back for a while, the one behind me moved to the front, and both women squatted down at the same time, stretching their tongues out and beginning to lick my penis. Although I had experience with oral sex, the sensation of my penis encountering two agile tongues simultaneously was absolutely different.
They had a good division of labor: one held my penis, the other gently stroked my scrotum, and while one tongue licked my glans, the other was always tending to my penis or scrotum. If one of them took my penis into their mouth, the other would spread my legs, put their head under my thighs, and lick my genitals.
Just as I was experiencing intense pleasure, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open (because we had agreed not to lock the door so we could check on each other). Standing in the doorway was the leader, with his two women on his arms, a lewd grin on his face. He said, "Don't worry about me, I'm afraid you'll feel embarrassed. I'll give you some instructions."
Although I knew someone would come in, I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Not being used to public displays of sexual activity, I felt a little embarrassed, and my erection quickly subsided. The two women serving me didn't react much; they just glanced at the three men in the doorway and continued giving me oral sex. Their service quality not only didn't decline, but they actually worked even harder.
Despite their efforts, my uncooperative penis not only failed to regain its erection but became increasingly limp. At this point, the leader burst into laughter, saying, "A newbie is a newbie. Forget it, go to bed."
Sigh, the bastard ruined my mood and then criticized me, so I had no choice but to go back to bed.
When we dried ourselves off and returned to bed, the leader and her two women were already on another bed. His position was strange; the woman was kneeling on the bed like a paparazzi, one woman was lying on top of him, sucking his penis and stroking it up and down, while the other woman knelt behind him, spreading his buttocks and licking his anus. The guy was throbbing with pleasure like a dying frog.
Anal licking (this service is now called "Dragon Drill," though that term didn't seem to exist back then) – I'd never even heard of it, let alone tried it. I'd rarely seen women licking men's anuses in the porn I'd seen at the time.
I stared at him, a little dumbfounded. When he saw that I was focusing my attention on him, he hummed and said to me, "You do your thing... don't mind me... if you like it, try it... it feels good... oh... so good
... thank you for going in... thank you for going in a little..."
My two women noticed me staring intently at the bed opposite, so the taller woman asked me, "Do you want to be like him?"
I used body language to indicate my willingness. After I assumed a position, the leader said to me, "This is very exciting... If you haven't tried it... I guarantee you'll finish in a few strokes... But it's good that it's for the whole night... Do it a few more times..."
Before he finished speaking, my limp penis was taken into the taller woman's mouth, while the shorter woman's tongue began to gently circle around my anus. This unprecedented feeling caused my previously limp penis to quickly swell in the taller woman's mouth. The swelling was so fast that my penis suddenly pierced the taller woman's throat. She spat out my penis and coughed for a while. Seeing this, the shorter woman stopped and said a few words, seemingly canceling the taller woman's request. Soon, her tongue returned to my anus. This time, she was no longer gentle, but rather licked my anus forcefully with her tongue, occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue quickly at the anus opening. The pleasurable feeling made me groan involuntarily.
Amidst the tall girl's coughing, the leader spoke again: "Feels good, doesn't it? Much better than your crappy girlfriends' service, right?"
I said, "Mmm... I'll have to go to more brothels in the future."
After the tall girl caught her breath, she seemed a little angry and took my penis into her mouth. This time she took it in quite deeply, as if to tell me that she was very skilled at deep throating, and that what happened earlier was just an accident. Her small mouth took my swollen penis, which was about 14 centimeters long, into its entirety. I could clearly feel my penis reaching her throat, and her lips touching my stomach.
While the tall girl was giving me deep throating, the short girl behind me got up and poured some warm water by the bedside. She took some warm water in her mouth and slowly spat it onto my anus. Under the dual stimulation of the warm water and her tongue, I relaxed my previously tense sphincter muscles, allowing her tongue to touch more of the tender flesh of my anus. Seeing this, the leader also ordered his woman to do the same.
The four women on the two beds seemed to be competing, each trying to give their employers the greatest pleasure. Apparently, there are advantages to having two men patronize a prostitute together. I wonder if the men will compete like this when it comes to the real thing, though it will be a contest of endurance and skill.
The shorter woman sensed that I had relaxed my muscles and was in the mood, so she spread my buttocks with both hands, opening my anus wider. After licking it a few times, she curled her tongue and suddenly thrust it into my anus, which had never been penetrated before.
I immediately shuddered, instinctively pressing my body down to avoid her penetration, but she didn't let me go. Her head followed my body forward. Our actions were painful for the taller woman who was doing deep throating. My penis suddenly reached her throat, pressing her head tightly, preventing her from escaping. She could only make uncomfortable "mmm" sounds. Under the double attack, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen erupted, all of it shooting into the taller woman's mouth. At the same time as ejaculation, my anal muscles contracted, clamping down hard on the shorter woman's tongue.
The tall woman struggled to get off my body and coughed violently by the bedside. I ignored her and lay limp on the bed. The short woman ignored her sister and started cleaning my penis with her mouth. After her mouth had been on my penis for a while, I suddenly remembered that her tongue had just finished servicing my anus! I jumped up as if I had been electrocuted and told the short woman to go rinse her mouth and brush her teeth, and not to touch me until her mouth was completely clean.
Of course, both women went to the bathroom at the same time to clean their mouths. I was happy to leisurely watch the performance on the next bed. The three people on the next bed had gotten to the point. One woman was lying on her back on the bed, another woman was on top of her, and the leader was on top, supporting himself on the bed with his hands, thrusting hard into the woman on top of him. The two women under him were not idle either, but kissing each other, their tongues sticking out, teasing each other. I've seen plenty of gay porn, so I wasn't surprised. I just watched quietly.
After noticing I was watching, the leader got even more enthusiastic, yelling and shouting. His penis would thrust in and out of the woman above him, then lower the angle for a couple of thrusts below. Each time he penetrated, the woman seemed to deliberately let out a loud moan. Even though I knew they were putting on a show, the man still felt aroused by their moans.
The live show was quite entertaining. The two women I'd found finished washing up without me even realizing it. I don't know how long it took them, but when they came back and saw me watching with such interest, they lay down in front of me, using their bodies to block my view. I
've already ejaculated three times today, and I haven't fully recovered yet. I just reached out and touched their bodies haphazardly. Although I've been with them for a while, I still haven't really appreciated their bodies.
The tall girl had fair skin, but her nipples were a darker color. They were very long and thin, I estimate over a centimeter, and felt fun to pinch. Her buttocks weren't large, and were rather small. Her pubic hair was probably trimmed; the area around her labia was clean, except for a tuft of hair deliberately left on her mons pubis. Her labia were very dark, with many folds, and didn't look very appealing.
The short girl had a darker skin tone, but not black. Her nipples were a color very close to her skin tone, making it difficult to describe as dark or light. Her pubic hair was sparse, but a few rather long hairs grew around her anus. Her labia were a similar color to her nipples, and her vulva was quite full, with the labia majora almost completely covering the labia minora.
Each time I deliberately teased them, they would make exaggerated noises. Soon they were embracing each other, kissing, their mouths pressed tightly together, their bodies constantly writhing, their breasts rubbing against each other, and their mons pubis constantly pressing and rubbing together.
After embracing for a while, they perhaps felt it wasn't enough and switched to a 69 position, licking each other. Although they ignored me, this was a novel experience for me, so I didn't disturb them, just peeking around and occasionally helping them with my hands.
Besides licking each other's genitals, they also had a common action: while licking, they would deeply insert their index fingers into each other's anuses, licking with their tongues and digging with their fingers.
Seeing that their genitals were being thoroughly cared for, I felt increasingly unable to get involved, so I could only put my hands between their bodies and squeeze their breasts, mechanically squeezing them, while my attention returned to the bed next door.
The battle on the next bed had moved to the floor. The two women leading the group stood side by side on the edge of the bed, their hands on the bed, legs straight, their four white buttocks sticking up high, while the leader was facing away from me, busy as a bee, inserting into one hole once, then two holes in the other, my head swaying left and right with his movements, staring intently at the two women's vaginas.
The two women he chose were both quite tall and had fair skin. When their two white, full buttocks were facing me, they felt incredibly alluring. I took a closer look at their pubic hair, and the contrast was striking. One woman had extremely thick pubic hair, even around her anus. Under the leader's frenzied thrusting, her pubic hair was a mess from the vaginal fluid flowing out.
The other woman was a "white tiger," with no hair on her vulva. She looked quite pretty, but this woman didn't produce much fluid; from my angle, it was practically nonexistent. I've always longed for a "white tiger" woman, but because of my business dealings, people say that sleeping with a "white tiger" woman will bring three years of bad luck. Therefore, even when I had a girlfriend with no hair before, I always refrained from sleeping with her.
I watched for a while and found the leader's actions amusing, so I reached out and slapped his butt twice, shouting, "Keep it up!" Encouraged by my encouragement, or perhaps because he'd been doing this for a while, he gestured for the two women to change positions. One woman lay face down on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge, while the other remained standing, but her body was on top of the first woman, their buttocks overlapping. Once the positions were set up, the leader started thrusting.
He seemed to enjoy this position, but I didn't find it very enjoyable to watch, because all I could see was his buttocks moving up and down; I couldn't see the point of contact. So I complained, and the leader turned around and gave me a few sarcastic remarks, basically saying that he was enjoying himself, and my dissatisfaction was none of his business. However, despite saying that, he still changed positions at the audience's request. This time, he instructed the two women to lie on their backs on the bed with their legs raised high, their genitals facing my direction.
After they got into position, the leader didn't rush into the hole. Instead, he asked his two women if they had lubricant. These two were similar to the ones I'd found; they couldn't speak much Chinese, so he said "lube." The two women looked at him with some confusion, clearly not understanding. But when he said, "Lubricant, I want to fuck your asshole!" everyone present understood. His two women smiled at each other and said in unison that they didn't have any, but then added that they didn't need it to let him penetrate them. While
they were discussing how to penetrate anally, my thoughts drifted back to the porn I'd watched. Most of the porn I'd seen at the time was Western, and it seemed like anal sex didn't use lubricant. However, to avoid being called a newbie, I didn't ask anything.
After the two women told him that he could penetrate without lubricant, the leader didn't bother looking for lubricant. He directly climbed onto White Tiger Girl, aimed his penis at her anus, and slowly inserted it. As he began to move, the other woman turned to the side and kissed White Tiger Girl, pinching her nipple with one hand and touching her genitals with the other. Amidst the deep "oh oh" sounds coming from White Tiger Girl's throat, I clearly saw the leader's penis slowly enter her anus. At this moment, the two women beneath me had finished their fake lovemaking game. They were both naked, leaning against me on either side, each reaching out a hand to tease my drooping penis.
With the leader's efforts, his penis gradually penetrated all the way into White Tiger Girl's anus, and he slowly began to thrust. His movements gradually accelerated, and White Tiger Girl's moans grew louder. As his movements intensified, occasionally his penis would slip out of her anus, which opened wide like a black hole. Simultaneously, some yellowish-white fluid flowed out with his movements. Seeing this, I immediately lost my appetite and lost interest in watching further, turning my attention back to my own women.
Stimulated by the visual stimulation and the efforts of their small hands, my penis gradually began to recover, slowly returning to half its working size from its complete atrophy.
Seeing my masculine reaction, my two women also began to take further action. Perhaps they sensed my interest in anal licking, as their actions remained focused on my anus. Guided by their body language, I lay on my back on the bed, legs drawn up, allowing the tall girl to lift my buttocks, her body beneath me, making my anus face the room. She pressed her fingers against my anus in different directions, trying to open it as wide as possible. She then curled her tongue, moving her head up and down, pressing her tongue against my slightly open anus. The short girl, meanwhile, half-squatted, performing oral sex on me with what I found incredibly strenuous. At
this moment, my attention was again drawn to the moans from the next bed. The leader had already opened another woman's anus. The "White Tiger Girl" lay limply in her original position, her anus still a dark hole, opening and closing. The other woman screamed continuously under the leader's powerful thrusts, whether from pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell. Her pubic hair was thick, but unlike the "White Tiger Girl," no yellowish-white discharge came out. With a few particularly forceful thrusts, the leader let out a cry and collapsed, his penis twitching uncontrollably; it seemed he had ejaculated.
Seeing my gaze fixed on the bed next to mine, the tall girl seemed displeased. While the leader was ejaculating, she unexpectedly and without my consent, thrust her finger into my anus. As my virginity was being penetrated for the first time, my attention involuntarily returned, my body convulsed violently, and I cursed, "Fuck you, don't do this!"
But the tall girl didn't pull her finger out; it remained inserted in my anus, though without any movement. This sudden insertion fully engaged my increasingly aroused penis, and seeing this, I didn't ask her to remove her finger, remaining in my original position to enjoy their service.
Seeing that I didn't react further, the tall girl gradually started moving her fingers in my anus, gently swirling them in my rectum. She occasionally spat out saliva for lubrication. This unprecedented feeling was quite unique; I never imagined that penetration of a man's anus could bring pleasure. However, this didn't mean I accepted male homosexuality; I still held a negative view of it.
The short girl, with my penis in her mouth, mumbled something. Hearing this, the tall girl slowly moved her body away, lowering me down, but her fingers remained inside my anus, gently wriggling.
After I was lowered, the short girl straddled me, positioning myself so that my penis could enter her vagina. Although I had already ejaculated once thanks to their efforts, this was the first time I had penetrated them. Because I was wearing a condom and had just ejaculated, I didn't feel much during the insertion; I just felt my penis entering a warm, but not tight, area.
But the short girl seemed to enjoy it. She closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest, and without any slow movements, immediately began moving up and down at high speed.
Soon, and quite noticeably, I felt the short girl's lower body produce a considerable amount of vaginal fluid. Lubricated by this fluid, her movements became even more frenzied. Her hands, which had been covering her chest, pressed onto my shoulders, and her hips moved up and down incessantly. I was a little worried she might veer off course and hurt me, but it was clear she was very skilled in this area, her pivot point perfectly controlled, gradually bringing me wave after wave of pleasure. However, the most intense pleasure came from my anus, because the tall girl had now replaced her index finger with her middle finger, which moved in and out rhythmically with the short girl's movements, occasionally digging and probing as she inserted it.
This kind of fully automated service made it seem like I didn't need to do anything, so I placed my hands under my head, closed my eyes, and quietly enjoyed their service.
After a while, the shorter girl slowed down, and the taller girl took her place. My eyes remained closed, but I could sense their change of position from their movements. However, I suddenly realized that penetration with the taller girl seemed difficult; the spot where my penis was about to enter was extremely tight. So I opened my eyes and saw that the taller girl was facing away from me, her hands trying to spread her anus, attempting to swallow my penis into her anus. Seeing this, I quickly said, "Wait, I don't like it here." Hearing my words, the two girls looked at me strangely, but they didn't ask anything. The taller girl turned around and, just like the shorter girl, swallowed my entire penis.
The taller girl's vagina was noticeably narrower, tighter, and shallower than the shorter girl's. Her movements were also less vigorous, but slow and powerful. With each downward thrust, I could feel my penis reaching a certain depth. Every time I reached her deepest point, she would let out a soft moan, making me feel very intimate.
But the shorter girl's fingers were more skillful than the taller girl's. Her insertion into my anus wasn't as forceful as the taller girl's; it was quite gentle. Each insertion began with a few light teasing movements at the anus before slowly penetrating deeper, rotating her fingers as she went in, and withdrawing with a stroking motion.
Stimulated by their movements, I felt I should take control. I gestured for the taller girl to kneel on the bed in a doggy-style position, her buttocks sticking back as far as possible. I knelt behind her, my penis first making a few shallow thrusts, then plunging in hard. With each deep thrust, the taller girl threw her head back and cried out. This position allowed me complete control. I stroked the taller girl's buttocks, thrusting wildly, each time deeply penetrating her clitoris. The taller girl released a large amount of vaginal fluid, which flowed down her inner thighs onto the bed.
At this point, some might say, "Where do prostitutes get so much vaginal fluid?" That's true; prostitutes usually don't produce much vaginal fluid, especially in Hong Kong, where most need lubricant for normal sex. But during my trip to Vietnam, both prostitutes and respectable women I encountered were incredibly wet. Perhaps this is a regional issue, and there's no good explanation for it.
From the moment I changed positions, although the direction changed drastically, the shorter woman's fingers never left my anus. When I penetrated the taller woman, her fingers didn't go in and out, but remained deeply inserted in my anus, occasionally gently rotating and probing. Her other hand went around to our lower bodies, sometimes touching my scrotum, sometimes teasing the taller woman.
With each deep thrust, the experienced taller woman probably couldn't take it anymore; her body gradually softened, and she leaned forward slightly. I didn't force her, but let her lie face down on the bed, with the shorter woman on top of her. I imitated what the leader had done earlier, thrusting a couple of times into one hole, then a few times into another.
Today, in just six hours, I've already ejaculated three times. This time, of course, it wasn't a quick finish. The three of us tried many different positions, but I always feel that when doing a threesome, unless you actually have two penises, it's better to focus your attention on one woman. Don't try any techniques that allow you to frequently switch holes; that's just paying for discomfort and has no point. After this first threesome, in my subsequent romantic life, I tried three more threesomes, and each time I ejaculated three times, focusing on only one woman, with the other playing a supporting role. Of course, this is just my personal feeling and habit.
This time, the sex has lasted over an hour, while the bed next door is now empty; perhaps the leader has moved to another room to watch.
During the constant changes in position, I felt that the short girl's body seemed extremely flexible; her legs could easily be pulled overhead. As I prepared for the final sprint, I pulled her off the bed, had her lean against the wall, and raised one leg overhead (a classic pose of a certain Hong Kong Category III actress, Peng X). I then penetrated her, close to her body. This position looked exciting, but it wasn't actually very pleasurable. I felt that her already loose vagina felt even wider. Fortunately, I had reached the climax stage, and after a few frantic thrusts, I ejaculated standing up for the fourth time that day.
Afterwards, all three of us were exhausted. We lay side-by-side on the not-so-spacious bed, ate something, drank some beer, and chatted. However, during the conversation, I discovered that their English wasn't very good; they could only manage simple daily conversations. After a while, communication became difficult. It was already the fourth time today, and the bed wasn't really suitable for three people. So, I thought about it and simply paid them and sent them away.
After they left, I lay on the bed smoking. Since the room was quiet, I could vaguely hear lewd sounds coming from other rooms. I was a little tempted, so I put on my underwear and decided to check out the other rooms.
When I got to the hallway, I could clearly feel the sounds coming from a room. I pushed open the door and went in. It turned out that all four of them were gathered in one room. Twelve naked men and women were crammed into a small room, giving off a rather decadent vibe. When they saw me come in, my buddies greeted me while they were having sex, and also asked about my progress. They said they were a little disappointed when I told them I'd gotten rid of the women, because for a few more dollars they could have taken turns. Luckily, there were a lot of women tonight. Although they felt a little disappointed, they weren't too angry.
I kept glancing at the Vietnamese women in the room. I noticed that all eight of them (I'd seen two of them before) were very beautiful, clearly of mixed race. One of them was particularly tall, probably 172 cm, with enormous breasts, likely a 35C, and incredibly fair skin. A woman like that could be a model in China, and a one-night stand would cost at least two thousand. In Vietnam, it was unbelievable that you could have her for 120 for the whole night.
I set my sights on this woman, and my fellow wolves certainly had good taste too. She was being sandwiched between two wolves, one in each hole, and was being fucked weakly. The other wolves, also drawn to the smell, had their penises inserted into the woman's anus. The room was filled with a faint, pungent odor. Although I was somewhat averse to anal sex back then, I had to admit that in this situation, the faint smell acted like a potent aphrodisiac, only stimulating my sexual desire.
Although I was already facing a lot of difficulties, since I had already paid, I figured I might as well touch them. So, like a quality inspector, I touched them here and there, and teased the Vietnamese girls watching. The women who weren't being taken care of were very open; they let me touch any part of their bodies without any resistance. In fact, if they felt I wasn't touching them properly, they would pose so I could have my way. One woman was particularly funny. When she saw that my penis was limp, she squatted down in front of me, stuck out a finger and teased it, making gurgling sounds like she was playing with a chick. Her actions caused everyone in the room to burst into laughter.
I was a little embarrassed and a little angry, so I pressed her head against my body and ordered her to give me oral sex. Of course, she had anticipated this outcome and obediently took my penis in. Although I had already ejaculated multiple times, afterwards, Xiao still gave me a very comfortable feeling.
In the lewd atmosphere, my penis rose again. I pushed the woman who was giving me oral sex down, put on a condom, and thrust in hard. This woman was probably the least attractive and least well-built woman in the whole house (actually, she wasn't that bad, but everyone else was prettier, so she paled in comparison). Perhaps because of this, she didn't seem to receive any "care," as there was little lubrication in her vagina. My hard thrust caused her some pain, and she turned her head and cried out, "Oh, it hurts, fuck you!"
I pressed her head back down and said, "I'm fucking you!" With a slightly sadistic streak, hearing her say it hurt made me thrust even harder. Each thrust pulled her labia out a little, revealing her red, tender flesh. The lewd atmosphere and her painful moans made me more and more aroused. Under my thrusts, she gradually started to secrete fluid, and her movements changed from slight resistance to cooperation.
Damn it, are you enjoying it now? I'm not going to let you enjoy it! So I pulled my penis out of her already overflowing vagina, moved to another woman next to me, and inserted it into her.
I did this for almost an hour, penetrating eight different holes in eight different women. But I was so tired. Although the atmosphere was arousing, I still didn't ejaculate for the fifth time that night. After
I had penetrated all the women, I said goodbye to my buddies and went back to my room to sleep alone. It was a little strange back in my room; these guys had been out all night yesterday and had been driving all day. Where did they get such stamina? I later learned that they had all taken Viagra before taking the girls back to their rooms, but they thought I might not need it and didn't tell me.
Nothing happened that night. I ejaculated four times in eight hours and slept extremely well. However, because I was so tired last night, I didn't close the curtains properly when I got back to my room, and was woken up by the morning sunlight around 7 a.m.
I slept for almost eight hours, which is about right. After eating some leftovers from last night, I started to get bored. I lay in bed, staring blankly. What should I do? Call my girlfriend to chat? Long-distance calls from other provinces are expensive (I remember Vietnam used China Mobile's network back then). Go out for a walk? I've been warned not to wander around. Watch TV? I don't know what those people with the "buliudu la" nonsense are saying. Back then, portable entertainment devices were very limited, unlike now, where you can watch movies on your phone. So, there was nothing to do.
I got dressed, intending to go to my room yesterday to check on the results and maybe have a quickie, but my buddies probably anticipated this. They locked all the doors and turned off all the phones. In that case, knocking on the door would inevitably be met with a barrage of complaints. It's not good to be so boring.
So I went to the service desk and chatted with the receptionist. She was of average appearance and spoke terrible Chinese, her English was passable but still incoherent. However, this was amusing, and I deliberately used some Chinglish to tease her. I can't remember what we talked about now, which shows how incredibly boring the conversation was, leaving very little impression.
Around 8 o'clock, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned around and saw it was Ms. Song from yesterday! Heh, this is interesting. Actually, I should have expected it; she worked the early shift yesterday and said she was almost off work around 4 o'clock, so of course she would come early today. But since she left yesterday, our schedules have been so busy that we haven't had a chance to think about anything else.
She was wearing a set of traditional Vietnamese clothing, but not the one she wore when she entered the room yesterday. Yesterday's was pure white, but this one had some patterns. Many women in Vietnam wore this kind of clothing back then—the hem was long, ending between the hips and knees, and the waist was cinched very tightly. I remember her trousers were dark-colored. The overall look of this outfit gave her a graceful and elegant air. She carried a woven bag and wore sandals-like shoes—a style I'd never seen before, but quite beautiful. I still haven't seen this style of shoe in China.
When she saw me leaning on the counter chatting with her colleague, she paused for a moment, then smiled at me. That feeling of amazement washed over me again. I remember a Hong Kong movie, I forget the name, but the plot was about Viagra, but it wasn't mainly about the drug itself. It was about how men have other forms of "Viagra" besides Viagra—that is, every different man, if he doesn't have physiological erectile dysfunction, always has something that can give him a strong sexual desire.
Looking back now, Ms. Song's smile was my Viagra. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, nor did she have the best figure, but her smile was the most alluring smile I'd ever seen. But that was only true for me; afterwards, when I told my male friends that her smile was beautiful, they generally said it wasn't anything special.
Back then, I had many girlfriends, but I never intended to marry any of them. However, after seeing Ms. Song's smile again, I remember a fleeting thought crossed my mind: should I bring her to China and marry her? Although I immediately dismissed the idea, it was the first time I'd ever considered marriage to a woman. I don't have a virginity complex; I just know I'd rather marry a prostitute than have my wife be a prostitute. Anyway
, she didn't come to my side but went straight to the front desk, politely saying, "Good morning, sir."
I knew she did this to hide the fact that her colleagues knew we'd already had some contact. My reaction was normal; I said, "Good morning, beautiful lady."
She went into the room behind the front desk, and I left. I knew she would come in soon.
About half an hour after I got back to my room, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, it was indeed her, but she was pulling a service cart for the floor, so it seemed she was going to help me clean.
Upon entering the room, she saw the mess and looked at me with a teasing gaze, asking with a smile, "How was it? Did you have fun last night?"
"So-so, nothing special."
"Why not?"
"I felt you were much better."
"You're lying, they're professionals, much better than me."
"Why would I lie to you? My friends' rooms are all left there, you'll see them soon enough. And what about mine? If I were lucky, you wouldn't just see me here today."
"Hmm, that's true. Where are you planning to go today?"
"Ah, didn't you know we booked three days' worth of rooms? Where else can we go?"
"I know, but I saw you drove here, maybe you're going out."
"I don't think so, they're active at night and sleep in the morning." She moved quickly, and as she spoke, the room was neatly tidied up. After finishing, she said, "I'm going to tidy your friends' rooms."
"Don't disturb them, they're all sleeping, I don't even dare to knock."
"Then I'll go back to the front desk."
"Aren't you going to talk to me? Didn't you say we were the only guests on the whole floor? What else is there to do? You've already handed over your shift."
"What if new guests check in?"
“I’ll tell you later. My room is so close to the front desk, anyone can hear what’s going on.”
“It’s not good for people to know I’m in your room.”
“Then don’t push your cart out. If someone comes in, just say you’re doing room service.” She considered for a moment and said, “Then you’re not allowed to do anything naughty!”
“Absolutely not! (Yeah, right!)” To avoid bothering her while she was cleaning, I sat on the stool in the room, and she sat down on the stool next to me. I took out coffee from my luggage, made two cups, and we started chatting.
Apparently, there’s not much industry in this place; it’s mostly farming and small handicrafts. The most thriving industry is prostitution. There’s a tourist area nearby, and tourists who know the area often come here, so there are a few hotels. The average income is very low. An official, similar to a town mayor in China, earns about 220 RMB per month (that’s about it, but I remember it being either 120 or 220 RMB; I just picked one randomly).

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