Mature women visit Women's World

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It was a very famous massage parlor, frequented almost exclusively by young women. No wonder it was called "Women's World."

After soaking in the warm water for twenty minutes, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably, but my burning desire only intensified. I didn't know what would happen next. But one thing was certain: I would be fucked by a strange man here.

Men go to brothels to get fucked, so women come to places like this to find men to fuck them?

I followed Xiaoqin to the third floor, wearing the soft, thin bathrobe provided by the establishment. Xiaoqin seemed to know her way around well, as if it wasn't her first time here.

As soon as we reached the top, a man in the establishment's uniform approached us, greeting us warmly. Because I hadn't seen any men downstairs, I was dressed casually, only wearing the belt of my bathrobe, the neckline wide open, my two full breasts almost completely exposed. Upon seeing a man, I quickly adjusted my neckline to cover my breasts. Xiaoqin laughed, "What are you covering up for? Everyone's already seen. In a bit, not only your breasts, but your cunt will be showing too." I smiled a little embarrassedly at the two men.

We were led into a clean little lounge, where there was orange juice and a plate of fruit on the table. We sat down, and I took the orange juice offered by the man. Xiaoqin casually crossed her legs, and her bathrobe rolled down, revealing the dark hair between her legs. "Ladies, do you have any familiar waiters?" the man asked politely. "No, we don't. Find us two. Good-looking and skilled.

That guy last time, what was his name, Bin? He was quick and efficient!" Xiaoqin said, sounding like a seasoned pro. "Haha, the one you called last time was a newbie. He wasn't used to anything and got fired long ago," the man laughed. “Since you trust me, sister, I’ve called my two good buddies to serve you. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.

Do you want a la carte or a set meal?” I was a little confused, probably because they were using jargon. “Set meal!

Let me tell you, this is my sister’s first time here, so you’d better make sure she’s satisfied, don’t scare her.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll arrange a gentle one for her, I guarantee she’ll be happy.” With that, the man turned and left. “Xiaoqin, what’s with this à la carte and set meal thing? You’re being so mysterious, don’t scare me!” I quickly asked.

“You’re so old-fashioned, all you know is accounting textbooks, you know nothing about the outside world. A la carte is just a massage, a little touching and sucking, boring! A set meal is just fucking. We’re here to find a man to fuck, right?”

I was so scared that I quickly waved my hands: “Xiaoqin, the à la carte thing is fine, let’s not have a set meal.”

“Ugh, that’s so boring, listen to me!” Just as I was about to stop her again, the door was pushed open. The man who had led the two young men in earlier walked in; they looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four.

"Ladies, these are my two brothers. They're handsome and good in bed. Are you satisfied?"

I was so startled that I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look the two men in the eye. "Hey, sister, are you satisfied? If not, we'll change!" I blushed, but thankfully the lighting in the room was dim, so no one could see. "You decide, if you think it's okay, then it's okay." At this point, I couldn't refuse anymore.

"Haha, you're quite straightforward, as long as they're men. Okay, these two are fine." "Alright, brothers, you'd better serve these ladies well; they're regulars. Okay, ladies, have fun." With that, the man left.

The two men sat down next to us. The one next to me was the taller one. Just as the tall man was about to put his arm around me, Xiaoqin cried out, "Hey, I said, this is my sister's first time here, don't scare her." The tall man quickly withdrew his hand, "Okay, okay. I'll definitely be gentle, I won't scare her." As he spoke, he peeled a slice of orange and brought it to my lips. I was a little uncomfortable, but I still opened my mouth and ate the orange he offered. He wanted to continue peeling, but I quickly declined, "Okay, I can do it myself." Over there, another man had already put his arm around Xiaoqin, one hand already inside her bathrobe, caressing her breasts. "Sister, don't be so nervous, it's embarrassing for that guy. Little brother, it's okay, let's get intimate. Let me tell you, you're lucky today, she's never been with a man before."

Xiaoqin said to the tall man while putting her hand under the man's crotch. The tall man seemed not to believe that I had never been with a man before: "So beautiful, how could she not have been with a man?" As he spoke, he reached out and put his arm around my neck again.

I instinctively tried to break free from his embrace, but he held me tightly, and I couldn't move. The tall man glimpsed my breasts through my open neckline: "What big breasts. Come on, let me touch them." With that, his hand slipped inside. The moment his hand touched my breasts, I felt a jolt, like I'd been electrocuted. This feeling was exactly what I'd experienced when my ex-boyfriend first touched my breasts. The tall man's hands skillfully roamed over my breasts, kneading, pinching, twisting, and squeezing; I went limp. I closed my eyes, letting him play with my breasts.

I couldn't see what Xiaoqin was doing with the man; I only heard the smacking sounds—whether it was kissing or sucking on my breasts, I couldn't tell. My nipples quickly became erect under the tall man's ministrations.

His hand went around my back, stroking it up and down. His other hand turned my face, and his warm lips pressed against mine. He first gently licked my lips with his tongue, then he tightly sucked on them, kissing and sucking passionately. I was breathless from his kisses, feeling a wave of suffocation. Just as I was about to push him away, Xiaoqin spoke up: "Okay, okay, stop kissing, hurry up and get a massage, your body hurts so much."

The tall man released me, looking like he hadn't had enough. "Let's kiss later, not just on the lips, even kissing her cunt is fine," Xiaoqin said to the tall man.

We embraced and went into the massage room. The massage rooms were separate, and now I panicked a little: "Xiaoqin, let's get a massage together." "Haha, you're really stupid, what kind of massage room is that? I don't want you to see us having sex later. What, do you like being watched being fucked?" Xiaoqin and the man impatiently rushed into the massage room.

I was so anxious I was stamping my feet, but I was helpless. Now it was up to me. The tall man led me into another massage room.

The massage room wasn't big, and a small pink wall lamp emitted a mysterious glow. A small double bed was placed against the wall, covered with a clean white sheet, and a tall pillow was placed at the head of the bed. On a small window table were bottles and jars for massage, and next to them were two bags of condoms. The room was simply furnished but filled with an atmosphere of lust, arousing natural desire the moment you stepped inside.

The tall man pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed. I tried my best to calm myself down. What's done is done! If I continued to be timid, he would laugh at me. Since I came here to find a man to sleep with, it would be inappropriate for me to act so respectably. Thinking about it this way, I really calmed down: "It's just getting fucked by a man, right? It won't hurt me. Just consider it being raped. Look at how pathetic I am. I paid for it, so why am I the one in charge?"

He lowered his head and licked my breasts, which were wet with his saliva. "Come on, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage first." "I followed his instructions and climbed onto the bed. Accidentally, my bathrobe slipped down, exposing my entire upper body to him. I saw a faint red mark on my breast, from where he had been rubbing it. Why do men always like to touch women's breasts so forcefully? They're so white and tender, how can they bear to do that? This time, I didn't care about the slipped bathrobe; my breasts had already been touched and licked by him. What did it matter if they were exposed for him to see?

I lay face down on the bed, waiting for his next move. I'd never had a massage before, and I didn't know where to begin. At that moment, I was a little anxious for him to start.

He stood on the floor and began to undress. He had been wearing a very neat suit, and I think he even had a tie."

"Are you scared?" he asked as he took off his clothes. I heard the clatter of his belt being unbuckled. "A man is taking off his pants; he'll be naked on top of me in a minute," I thought. "Scared of what?

Afraid you'll eat me?" I feigned composure. Actually, I was very nervous. "I can't eat you now. I just ate your breasts; in a minute I'll eat your little cunt. Aren't you scared?" I heard him slapping his body; it seemed he was finished undressing. Was he naked? He must be wearing underwear, right? He sat down next to me, and I felt his warm body. My heart skipped a beat.

He reached out and pressed his hand on my shoulder, slowly massaging it. His hand moved from my shoulder down to my waist. "Take off your robe," he said, pulling at my bathrobe. I lifted myself slightly, and the entire robe came off, leaving me completely naked. He placed his hand on my buttocks, gently stroking them. “Your ass is beautiful too. You really are a perfect woman. It’s my blessing to serve you tonight,” he complimented my figure. I didn’t answer him, silently accepting his caresses.

“Let me rub some olive oil on you.” He took the small bottle from the table and opened the cap.

A cool sensation ran through my lower back: he poured olive oil on it, then spread it with his palms onto my shoulders, back, buttocks, and thighs—cool and slippery. As he rubbed it into my cleft, his fingers touched my already swollen labia. He rolled over and straddled my waist, and I could clearly feel his hard penis. Obviously, he was naked, and we were both naked. “Let me rub it on you, it feels so good.” He held my shoulders with both hands, and his buttocks began to slide against me. The lubrication of the olive oil had a wonderful effect; his buttocks moved up and down, back and forth, on my waist, buttocks, and thighs, slippery and hot. His buttocks were firm and fleshy. My heart fluttered as his buttocks rubbed against me, and hot, sticky fluid seeped between my thighs, mixing with the olive oil. I secretly rejoiced: this way he wouldn't see the fluid; he'd think it was olive oil he'd rubbed on. I found myself ridiculous: what's wrong with a woman being sticky? Isn't that a normal physiological reaction? Why aren't men sticky when they get an erection?

His buttocks rubbed against my body for a long time. I buried my face in the pillow, unable to bear his teasing any longer, almost moaning. Afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back my cries, I bit down hard on the pillowcase.

"Come on, turn over, and I'll put some more on the front." He turned and knelt beside me. I didn't have the courage to turn over myself, and remained still. He laughed: "I've seen your body, I've rubbed your buttocks, what's there to be shy about?" With that, he turned me around. In that instant, I saw his naked body: his muscles were well-developed and strong, gleaming in the pink light that made my heart flutter. Amidst the thick pubic hair, a clean, erect male symbol trembled slightly. A penis, a man's penis! This was the third penis I'd seen tonight! The first two were already being held, licked, sucked, and stroked by my two sisters, perhaps even inside them, being frantically squeezed and fucked. And this penis was right in front of me, it would be entirely mine, I was about to touch it, lick it, suck it, squeeze it!

He poured olive oil on my breasts, his eyes burning as he stared at me. I was too embarrassed to look at him, so I closed my eyes. He rubbed the olive oil onto my stomach and my crotch. His hand stopped on my vulva, a finger gently rubbing between my labia, so comfortable! "I won't give you a massage tonight, I'll just serve you properly, okay?" He rubbed my breasts with one hand and slid the other across my vulva. I nodded. I hadn't come here for a massage, and I believed he wouldn't actually give me one. He lay down beside me, holding me tightly. He turned my face and kissed my thirsty lips. I no longer cared about saving face; I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned his kisses. It

was the first time I'd ever experienced the wonder of olive oil; we were slippery, like two eels entangled together.

We rolled around in each other's arms, sometimes he was on top of me, sometimes I was on top of him, but our lips remained tightly pressed together. I'd kissed my boyfriend, I'd kissed my husband, but never so intensely, so wildly. This handsome man had aroused my most primal desires. When he put his tongue in my mouth, I sucked hard, swallowing his endless stream of saliva. I was going crazy; I was eating the saliva of this man I'd just met!

"Quick, grab my big cock! It's yours! Masturbate it hard!" Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his hard, iron-like cock. His cock was covered in olive oil, slippery, and slipped from my hand several times. They say men are lustful beasts, but women, when their sexual desire erupts, are no less voluptuous than men. At this moment, I transformed from a demure lady into a frenzied beast. I forgot what modesty was, I forgot what shame was; my mind was filled with only one thing: men! Men's buttocks, men's thighs, men's penises, men's semen. I needed nothing else, I only needed men! Men! Men! He suckled at my nipple. Although I had stopped breastfeeding, there was still a small amount of milk in my breasts. A stream of sweet milk was drawn out by him. He was delighted: "You still have milk? That's wonderful! I'm so lucky today." Like a baby starved for three days finding its mother's breast, he suckled vigorously. The small amount of milk in my breasts was completely drained by him. He lamented, still savoring the taste, "What a pity! I was just starting to enjoy it, and then the milk ran out. This is the first time I've ever tasted a woman's milk besides my mother's, and it's so sweet!" I found him amusing. "If it's gone, stop sucking! You're hurting me!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him forcefully towards my breasts, wishing I could squeeze this man inside me.

He rolled over and straddled me, holding his thick, large penis and rubbing it against my vulva. A steady stream of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, dripping onto his rubbing penis. "You're so wet; the sheets are soaked," he lewdly chuckled. I felt embarrassed: "That wasn't my juice, it was oil you put in."

"Haha, don't lie, I can tell the difference between olive oil and vaginal fluid. Let it flow, I want you to produce more vaginal fluid. That way, it'll be much smoother when I fuck you later." I was burning with desire from his friction, I couldn't control myself at all, and I couldn't help but beg him: "Stop torturing me, just put it in already, I can't take it anymore, hurry, hurry!" He saw that he was ready, parted my labia with one hand, and held his penis with the other, and pushed down hard. With a "whoosh!" his penis slid into my vagina like an eel. So full, so satisfying! He began to slowly thrust in and out, the speed increasing. His big penis rammed around in my vagina, the thick head of his penis poking into every corner of my vaginal cavity. "Fuck! Fuck! I'll fuck you hard!" he shouted lewdly as he moved vigorously. During our chat, the gigolo used the same obscene language, but he sent me text messages. Now, a man speaking vulgarities into my ear was incredibly stimulating. I enjoyed the auditory stimulation, enjoyed the thrusting of his penis. "Fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" I don't know how I had the courage to say such lewd things.

"Plop! Plop!" Our bellies collided, the big penis and the little cunt mingling together, making obscene sounds. "Let's change positions?" he said, panting, as he pulled out his penis. "Okay, what position?"

He was my god, and I would agree to anything he asked. "You lie on your stomach, stick your ass up high, and I'll fuck you from behind. I want to see your plump ass." I knelt on the bed, face down, buried in the sheets, and stuck my ass up high. This was a position that made women feel ashamed. My husband had asked me to do this several times, but I had always refused sternly. Now, I bent over for the man in front of me. "Open your pussy, so I can fuck you," he said, kneeling behind me. I parted my labia with both hands, welcoming his penis in again. I held my waist with both hands, thrusting hard into my pussy, making me squirt with juices.

The room was filled with our panting and the sounds of fucking…

After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly yelled, "It's coming, it's coming, I'm going to cum! I'm going to ejaculate!"

His cries stimulated me, and an indescribable pleasure surged through my groin: "I'm coming too! Shoot!

Shoot as hard as you can!" I felt his penis convulse violently, and then a stream of hot semen gushed deep into my vagina…

When he helped me out of that lewd room, I saw Xiaoqin waiting there with that man.

Xiaoqin's face was radiant with satisfied joy. "Haha, you two are really good at fucking! How was it? Did it feel good?

Was it great?" Xiaoqin teased me lewdly. My face flushed again… With this sexual indulgence, I completely overcame all the obstacles that led me from a demure lady to a slut, both psychologically and behaviorally.

[The End]

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