[Real experience of hiring a prostitute in the US, having sex with a beautiful transgender woman]

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A True Story of Hiring a Prostitute in the US: Sex with a Beautiful Transgender Woman
Author: Xiaoye
Word Count: 5,000
Published: 2010/11/14 on: Sex Bar
A while ago, I went to the US with a friend for business and stayed in New Jersey for six days. Because we
finished our business early, we had two days of free time.
On the fourth night, my friend asked if I wanted to hire an American prostitute. We'd hired prostitutes together before in China
, but we'd never actually done it with a foreign one, so we weren't very confident.
My friend said, "Damn, I'm not sure either, but let's see what happens."
We didn't dare hire one at our hotel; we just waved outside and a taxi pulled up. American
drivers are very talkative, they talk non-stop.
The driver was black, and as anyone who's watched American movies knows, black men are generally more impressive in bed, with
longer penises, no doubt about it. It's like they don't have issues with small penises, impotence, or premature ejaculation.
The Black man kept talking the whole way, asking where we were going, what we were doing in America, whether we were Chinese, and
how much he liked China. I said Chinese women are gentle, while American women are wild. My friend gave me a thumbs up, thinking I'd
made a good point. The Black man said he knew where to find good women—American prostitutes, European girls, Korean
housewives, Japanese women, and ladyboys from various countries, all guaranteed quality.
My friend was skeptical, asking how I knew so much, wondering if I was a pimp.
The Black man excitedly shouted, "Jesuschrist! Absolutely
not!"
My friend said, "Interesting, take us there!"
After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at a hotel—not a luxury one, too expensive to afford…
We gave the Black man a tip, which was seven times the amount in RMB—enough to buy a massage back home.
We booked two single rooms, intentionally not together; American women are so ruthless,
I was definitely unsure about the first time.
The hotel staff asked what we needed, but we waved them off; we generally
don't touch the prostitutes in this hotel.
We checked the hotel's contact information and found about seven or eight so-called escort numbers. We called one, and
a woman with a sweet voice answered, asking what services we wanted. Apparently, prostitutes in China offer all-inclusive packages, unlike in China where there are
different prices for oral sex, overnight stays, and casual sex – too many fine distinctions.
They just jump right in and want you to finish quickly; their professionalism is lacking.
My friend said, "Do you have any ladyboys?" My
jaw nearly dropped. The prostitute explained, "I guarantee the best ladyboys. "
My friend agreed on the price, gave the address and room number, and hung up.
I slammed my fist on the table and yelled at my friend, "Fuck your grandma! You call yourself a ladyboy?! I'm here to fuck American big,
fat ass, and you call yourself a half-male, half-female ladyboy?!"
My friend quickly comforted me, saying, "We're just trying something new, I'll treat you, I'll treat you, I'll treat you."
I chuckled and clapped my hands. "That's more like it. When we get back to China, I'll treat you to your first time.
" My friend said, "This deal is worth it, so let's settle it!"
After taking a shower, I lay in bed waiting. Less than half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
My friend got up to open the door, and two tall, long-haired women entered, one blonde and one brown
. The blonde was wearing a black coat and carrying a handbag. She took off her coat as soon as she entered, revealing a black V-neck jumpsuit underneath. Holy crap
, her breasts couldn't be described in terms of size; they were more like footballs or basketballs. She had long legs, wore
flesh-colored stockings, and super high, super thick heels.
The blonde woman walked up to me: "Wow! You're Chinese
men? My hands and some guys?" (Are you Chinese, my handsome guys?)
I said, "
I'm definitely not an American muscleman!"
The prostitute giggled and pointed at me, saying, "
I like this interesting man."
I looked at the brown-haired woman; she was definitely Western, with big breasts and a large butt. I glanced at my friend and thought he was
in for a rough time. The brown-haired woman went back to her room with my friend, and I stayed in the room with the blonde woman. Because of our previous interaction,
I felt a little embarrassed. "Okay, I'm Jessy!" the blonde woman 　　introduced herself
sweetly . 　　I only remembered when I saw her barely visible Adam's apple that he wasn't a woman, he was a transvestite. I was here for prostitution 　　, not to chat. 　　"I am Stanley." 　　I walked towards the bed, thinking about how to do it to him later. At least he was still a man. My mind was still reeling 　　. It was all that bastard's fault for being a transvestite. It would be so much better to play with the real thing. 　　Jessy seemed to sense what I was thinking and followed me. "Don't think about anything, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." 　　After saying that, she started tearing open my robe, grasping my penis, and starting to stroke it up and down. 　　I finally got a little aroused. I lay on the soft bed, spread my legs, and Jessy knelt between me and started 　　giving me oral sex. The guy had a tongue piercing, and she licked me so hard that my body was heaving. I thought to myself that 　　there are no worries about prostitution overseas, as long as the safety measures are proper, there won't be any problems. But this has risen to the level of national honor. 　　I can't let the Chinese people down. My mind raced, and the restless feeling I'd felt earlier subsided. 　　The American prostitute's oral skills were truly amazing; she was adept at sucking, licking, blowing, and swallowing. While rapidly 　　thrusting my penis in and out of her mouth, she freed her hands to take off her clothes. She was wearing a red bra, her breasts 　　squeezed together like a round football, and seeing that made my penis seem even bigger. 　　My penis wasn't as thick as a black man's or as long as a white man's; the standard Asian length was 13 centimeters, maybe a few millimeters more, but 　　after countless hours of training back home, it was a seasoned veteran, in no way inferior to a savage black man. 　　Just as Jessy was about to unhook her bra, I waved my hand: "Wait a minute! 　　I like you dressed like this."

He groaned, "I love your dick!"
and
then started licking hard again. The tongue stud rubbing against my glans was painful yet incredibly pleasurable,
instantly extinguishing my urge to ejaculate.
I grabbed his long hair and began thrusting rapidly in his mouth. Since he was a man, I didn't need to take care of him,
so each thrust went deep into his throat.
Soon, he started tearing up, and copious amounts of saliva flowed down his chin.
I released him and collapsed back onto the bed, sinking into it.
Jessy coughed and crawled over: "Fuck me! 　　Fuck me use your big dick! Like just now! Come on, fuck my ass!" I vaguely heard my friend next door screaming, but the sound coming from him was very faint. I pulled him over and looked at him carefully. He was really handsome, with delicate features and good makeup. His
voice 　　and 　　figure 　　were very feminine 　　, and subconsciously I treated him as a woman. 　　He looked at me too: "What's wrong?" 　　I suddenly lowered my head and started kissing him, treating him like a sexy woman. He was also very excited and kept 　　kissing me back, our tongues intertwined. However, I wasn't at the point of giving him oral sex; he was still a man 　　. 　　But Jessy's penis was really small, just a tiny bit and limp. I rubbed his breasts 　　, regardless of whether he felt anything, and used his breasts to give me a blowjob. I spat on them a few times for lubrication, and it felt 　　amazing. 　　Afterwards, I realized how dangerous that was. If he had HIV, it could have been transmitted to my mouth and my 　　penis through saliva. Wearing a condom was useless; it was better not to wear one than to enjoy it. Luckily, nothing happened. Anyway, I won't go around anally 　　sex with prostitutes anymore; it's safer to go home and have my wife. 　　I touched his slender legs, just like a woman's thigh, smooth and round, covered in flesh-colored stockings, which 　　felt even better to touch. 　　Jessy took a condom out of his bag, tore it open, and held my dark red penis in his mouth. He 　　placed the condom on my glans, then slid it down with his mouth and put it on. 　　He took the lubricant, placed it in front of me, and then knelt on the bed, his buttocks raised. From the side, his figure was more feminine than a woman's 　　, except for the limp penis hanging between his buttocks. I squeezed some lubricant onto his penis, then smeared 　　some inside his anus, and inserted it into his asshole. 　　After a while, feeling tired, I lay down and told him, "You come up!" 　　He 　　got up, straddled my waist, and then guided my penis to his anus before sitting down. 　　"Oh! Fuck!" he shouted. 　　I don't know if men can orgasm from anal penetration, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it. Then 　　he began to rapidly lift and lower his buttocks, my penis moving in and out between his anus. 　　He looked down at me, and I looked at him. Neither of us spoke; I remained motionless, keeping my penis erect, 　　letting him clamp his buttocks around me. 　　I said, "What? Why are you looking at 　　me!" 　　Jessy, head down, whispered urgently against my face, " 　　I'm loving you, baby 　　! Please fuck my ass 　　! Smash my body!" 　　I smiled without saying anything. He pressed his face against mine, his breath on my face, my heavy breathing on his 　　face. 　　Our noses were touching, and he stuck out his tongue for me. I opened my mouth, letting him lick my gums, while my 　　hands rubbed my breasts, which I had never played with before back home. 　　I freed my hand to touch his penis, a bold decision I made, and I grasped it and 　　stroked it back and forth. 　　Jessy, eyes closed, hummed and moaned, his voice growing increasingly seductive, almost like a woman's. 　　I flipped him over, pinning him beneath me, and hoisted his long, stockinged legs onto my shoulders, 　　continuing to thrust into him while caressing the flesh-colored stockings. 　　He moaned loudly, making me feel as if I were anally engaging in anal sex with a stunningly beautiful woman; 　　the thought sent shivers down my spine, an indescribable pleasure coursing through me. 　　Jessy, using three fingers to masturbate his short penis, his womanly, ecstatic 　　expression making my heart flutter. So I increased the frequency of my thrusts. 　　"Oh...oh...oh...fuck baby! fuck! wo...m..." 　　Moaning abroad is different from in China, more wild. I pounded his ass hard, as if 　　using up all my strength. 　　I thought, at this rate, I'd ejaculate soon. 　　So I slowed down, reducing the frequency of my thrusts. 　　We continued on and off for about half an hour, and I felt I was really about to ejaculate, so I used my favorite position again. Those 　　who have read my book, "Me and My University Professor," know my favorite position before I ejaculate. 　　I had him lie face down on the bed, spread his buttocks, found his already enlarged anus, aimed, and 　　inserted it. I sat on his buttocks and thrust hard and fast. 　　This position, because it grips me so tightly, makes it easiest for me to ejaculate. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I felt it. 　　I asked, " 　　I'm coming, how to ejaculate? " 　　But Jessy just kept moaning "oh...oh..." and ignored me. I thought he hadn't heard me and 　　was about to ask again. 　　He said, "covermyface please! but if 　　you like your own can take away 　　from the conventional and internal myass. I have no

" Disease , don't worry. Just like
this, because 　　I like you. You just can regular means a woman.
" (Please cover my face. If you like, you can take off the condom and insert it into my anus. Don't worry, I don't have an STD. I like you! Just treat me 　　like a woman and have sex with me!) 　　Hearing this confession, I almost ejaculated immediately. If my friend heard this, he would 　　laugh me to death. He meant that I could ejaculate on his face, or if I liked, I could take off the condom and ejaculate inside him 　　. I was doing this because I liked him, and he could just treat me like a woman. 　　I didn't say anything, and continued to speed up, the feeling getting stronger and stronger! Suddenly, I felt a shiver run through me. I pulled 　　out my penis, and he sat up, grasping my hot, swollen penis and stroking it rapidly. 　　I cried out, "Fuck!" 　　Oh...oh...with a splatter, semen shot out, hitting his face. Then another splatter 　　, four times in a row. My penis throbbed uncontrollably. I could no longer stand on the bed and had to hold onto 　　Jessy's head. He held my buttocks, opened his mouth, and swallowed my throbbing penis. A 　　warm current enveloped my penis, and I ejaculated some more. I pressed his head down, forcing my penis down his 　　throat, throbbing. Semen dripped down his face, leaving streaks that accumulated to his chin. 　　He spat out my penis, lay on the bed, scraped the semen off his face with his fingers, and then sucked on his fingers, 　　staring intently at me. Then he crawled towards me, and I wondered what he wanted to do… He crawled to my legs, grabbed my limp 　　penis, and started sucking it again. 　　Oh… I said, “Okay, let’s have some pleasure.” 　　(Pause for a moment) 　　That’s not the main point. If he had given me a blowjob, I could have continued. It’s just that the price we agreed on was one- 　　time thing, and besides, it was a friend’s treat, so it’s better to be considerate. 　　(By the way, in China, the most dangerous thing about prostitutes is that you can’t develop feelings. You do your thing, I do mine. 　　I’ve had my way with your mouth, fucked your pussy, and penetrated your anus. After that, I pay you and you leave. It’s a transaction. 　　If you really like the other person, don’t do anything. What nonsense about feeling sorry for her? Does she really think you can buy her freedom? I know 　　people like that who really think they’re something special.) 　　Just then, the landline rang. I answered, and it was my friend. He asked if I was done. I said I had just finished and didn’t know what to do. 　　He laughed and said I was pathetic. He had already finished and was flirting with her. I was sweating bullets… 　　While we were on the phone, the ladyboy had already put on her clothes, picked up her bag, tossed her hair, and said, 　　“Yum yum bye you are! See you!” Then she turned 　　and left. 　　I thought, you still want to say “see you”? I don’t want to say “see you” to you anymore. 　　After chatting with my friend for a while, I checked out and went back to the hotel, sleeping until the next afternoon. 　　My friend said to me, “How about we hire a real prostitute for the night?” Holy 　　crap… 　　[The End]

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