Going out to have fun is all about having a good time.

We found a place near the red-light district. The storefront wasn't very big. The owner said many prostitutes hadn't come on yet, and it was getting late, so they were probably going to sleep. He offered to wake them up if we wanted. We were quite happy, especially my older brother, who hadn't been out in ages and was thrilled to have found a place.

Once inside, the two of them seemed a little dizzy, saying they couldn't see clearly and asked me to go upstairs and check first. I'd had my fill of drinking, and seeing their condition, I figured I'd go upstairs and see if the prostitutes were any good-looking. Entering their bedroom, I saw several lying on the bed. The bedroom was large, a shared platform like a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove). He strained his eyes, trying to make out the prostitutes so he could pick out three.

The prostitutes lowered their heads when they saw me like that. I knew that even though they were selling their bodies, they still had some self-respect, so they felt awkward when customers looked at them like they were buying something.

But it was precisely this awkwardness that later caused us trouble. The room was dimly lit and softly lit, with golden light shining on the prostitutes. Almost all of them had long hair; back then, long hair gave off a mature and sophisticated vibe. I stared for a while but couldn't make out anything, but based on my past experience, I chose three long-haired prostitutes and said, "Get ready, you'll be coming down to our room in a bit."

Then I staggered downstairs. All settled, we went into the private room and ordered drinks and food—even if we drank too much, we had to, because there was a minimum charge. My two friends seemed very excited; they'd finally found the prostitutes and had been looking around for so long, it was time to relax.

Soon, the prostitutes arrived one after another. The prostitute who came in first said gently, "Which gentleman will I accompany?" I glanced at her and thought, "Wow, the lights here are much brighter than in the bedroom. This prostitute looks like she's in her thirties, but she might not even be that old." She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't pretty either. Her round face had faint wrinkles, her features were all scrunched up, and her eyebrows were drawn thinly with a large curve, making her large eyelids even more obvious. This must be a veteran prostitute who's been selling her body for years.

We were stunned for a moment, but luckily I reacted quickly and smiled politely at her: "We're out having fun to have a good time. I hope you can keep my longtime friend company." Then I pointed to my brother.

The prostitute chuckled, then got onto the kang (heated brick bed) and poured my brother a glass of wine with a smile. My brother suddenly seemed to realize something and said, "Oh dear, I've had a bit too much to drink. I'd better rest for a while."

Meaning, she didn't need to accompany him for now. "Even if you've had too much to drink, you still have to drink. We're out here to have fun with our buddies, that's what makes drinking fun. So, something's bothering you today?" I said seriously. My uncle chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah, what do you mean? It's so late, if we drink any more we should go home." Then he secretly turned and made a face at me.

My brother immediately deflated like a limp eggplant. At this point, I said to my uncle, "Do you want to come in first or last?" We always followed this rule.

My uncle thought for a moment, "I want to come in first, I can't wait." "

You're something else. I admire you!" I said, thinking to myself: Fuck... that's really something. My brother said something unpleasant earlier, I guess the prostitutes outside heard it, and the prettier ones will come in immediately to calm everyone down.

Another prostitute came in, ready to go on stage. When I saw her, I almost spat out my drink. My uncle's eyes also glazed over. My God, God is really fair. Knowing that my brother was a little unhappy over there, He gave my uncle a chance.

The prostitute, aside from her somewhat stylish long hair, wasn't particularly attractive. She was short, a bit plump, and looked to be in her forties, no less attractive than the one who accompanied my brother. Even now, a little tipsy, we know the word "ugly."

My uncle immediately turned pale, his mouth agape as he looked at the prostitute, then at me. He didn't know what to say, or what he should say. I eased his embarrassment: "Come on, what a coincidence! Come on, darling, keep my buddy company. He's been missing you terribly. He's been to so many places for you, and only now did he find you. Hehe!"

The prostitute, quite tactfully, didn't say anything and poured my uncle a glass of wine. My uncle thought for a moment, chuckled, and shook his head nonchalantly. Then he said,

"Yes, we all came here for you. Come on, let me see if your figure is any better?" He then reached into the prostitute's lap and brazenly groped her breasts, moaning as he did so.

I don't know if it felt good or if he was just pretending. The prostitute didn't say anything, but instead obediently leaned against my uncle so he could grope her more easily. Hmm, this prostitute's service was quite professional.

The first two were already so classic, I thought the third one would be even better. Just then, the third prostitute entered. I took a sip of my drink, and before I could even look up, I felt a soft arm wrap around my waist. At that moment, I heard my uncle and older brother excitedly say, "Great! Great! Everyone's here. This is so exciting, today's going to be really fun!" I looked up, and "My God!" The prostitute who was hugging me was grinning at me.

What is this? She's so old, and looks older than those two prostitutes, probably around 50. Although she has long hair, you can clearly see gray hairs. When she smiles, her buck teeth are visible, and her face is covered in heavy makeup; the pungent smell makes me want to run away.

I chuckled for a moment to calm myself, then my mind raced: What's going on? What do prostitutes do here? Did they run out of people and bring up the cooks and cleaners too?

The prostitute had a thin face, many wrinkles around her eyes, very dry lips, and small eyes that were almost invisible when she smiled. I immediately felt nauseous. I didn't want to look at her again and excused myself to go to the restroom. In the lobby, I asked the boss if those were the prostitutes I had ordered, and after receiving confirmation, I felt deflated.

Damn it, what's wrong with my eyes? Like I'm blind! What kind of people are these prostitutes? It's fine to look at them in the bedroom, but they all look like vixens outside.

To be honest, I really wanted to tell Da Dong and the others to leave, but then I thought, we've already paid for this, and it's so late. Oh well, let's just make do. Consider it letting idiots take advantage of us tonight. As soon as that thought popped into my head, my mood immediately improved.

So I forced myself to go back into the private room. When I went in, I saw those two buddies chatting and laughing, and they were very enthusiastic towards my prostitute. I knew immediately, "Fuck them!!!" Why were they laughing like that? Without saying anything, I came up and said, "It's fate that we're together today, like family. You guys better serve us well, okay?" The prostitutes could tell we were a little unhappy, but now that I said that, they probably relaxed a lot.

They all nodded and smiled. I think they should be happy that I said such a thing, especially since we're all young and good-looking, which must have earned us a lot of goodwill from them. Without saying anything more, we just drank. When my classmates noticed, we weren't embarrassed anymore; instead, we found it interesting to have found these "top-notch" women. What an interesting experience! I'd never tried sitting with such ugly prostitutes before. People have violent and sadistic tendencies, and a sense of superiority can lead to a sense of hierarchy. It was precisely because of these ugly prostitutes that we gradually became unrestrained. Normally,

when we go out with pretty prostitutes, we're happy and can pretend to be polite and well-mannered, but now we didn't care about that; we just wanted to torment them. While we were drunk, we took turns teasing the three prostitutes, making them lift their clothes to compare the size of their breasts, and then taking turns touching their buttocks.

They didn't say anything, and seeing how happy we were, they didn't seem to care. I knew why—it was all about the money. Given their character, the fact that we didn't send them away was already enough for them to be grateful. After so many years of selling themselves, how could they not understand the coldness and coldness of customers? As long as they could endure it, they would get paid afterwards. What's a little torment for money? Besides, we weren't being too unreasonable. We asked them whose oral skills were good (that is, using the mouth to perform acts, which is common here), and they laughed but wouldn't answer.

My uncle was the worst; he immediately pulled down his pants, saying he was happy today and wouldn't go to their brothel (a room specifically for customers), saying it was dirty. Then he exposed his penis and let the prostitute touch it. The prostitute didn't say anything, she just normally grasped my uncle's penis and gently rubbed it. My uncle closed his eyes comfortably and said that the technique was alright, and that when going out to play, technique was the most important thing. My older brother and my prostitute also generously put their hands inside our pants and gently stroked it. Because there was a table on the kang (a heated brick bed), the three of us couples occupied one corner on each side.

The important thing was that our own prostitutes were massaging our little brothers right there on the table. I closed my eyes, not thinking about what they looked like, but focusing on enjoying the pleasure below. The older prostitute who was with me was very skilled, with varying pressure each time, a firm grip when going down and a gentle pinch when going up, which was very comfortable. I also put my hand under her clothes and politely touched her breasts, which were soft and a little saggy. If it weren't for the bra, I think they would definitely fall down with a splash.

The nipples were large and hard, and I could tell they were dark in color without even looking at them. I forgot about pinching and touching her like that. The prostitute slowly became aroused, sometimes even making soft "mmm" sounds. My two classmates were making similar sounds, but the tones were different; everyone has their own voice.

I got hard, and a little fluid even leaked out. The prostitute said to me, "You're quite hard, aren't you? Being young is really good." I opened my eyes and saw the prostitute's wrinkled eyes smiling at me. My passion immediately vanished like ice water. This was so ugly, fuck!!! I felt frustrated, and my penis slowly went soft. There was nothing I could do; it just wouldn't excite me like this. I turned to my uncle and said, "Come here for a second, I need to talk to you about something." My uncle, probably like me, hadn't experienced much pleasure from the prostitute's caresses. As soon as I called him, he immediately leaned over and said what it was.

I whispered in his ear, "Damn it, bad luck today, ran into a monster, and my thing isn't working properly anymore, I think we should..." He knew what I meant without me saying anything. He abruptly turned off the lights. The prostitutes were just about to ask what to do when my uncle said, "There's nothing exciting about it. If you want it over quickly, just help me out." Seeing the lights off, I lay down on the table, pressed the prostitute's head down, and whispered, "It's getting late. If you want to get paid quickly, hurry up." The prostitute hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled down my pants in the darkness, then took my underwear down too, placing them beside me. She knelt between my thighs, wiped my genitals with a wet wipe, and then took my penis into her mouth. Before I could even make a sound, my brother and uncle started moaning. They were really quick.

Once one prostitute started, the others didn't care about being embarrassed or anything. They'd been selling themselves for years; for money, they didn't care about anything else. The prostitutes here are incredibly skilled with their mouths, far superior to those in larger cities. This red-light district is chaotic and crowded; most of the customers aren't exactly refined and their sexual demands are direct and varied. To meet these demands, their skills are generally excellent, which is what attracted me here.

The prostitute with me was working diligently, occasionally gently grasping my testicles with her hand, her tongue licking the groove of my penis, then pressing hard against my urethra, while her other hand stroked my penis up and down. Soon, a tingling, low-voltage electric sensation traveled from my lower abdomen to my brain, growing stronger and stronger. I couldn't control it; the sensation surged up like waves.

This feeling made my whole body tense. I would occasionally prop my legs up and forcefully clamp the prostitute's face between them, pressing her head down with my hands while simultaneously thrusting my body upwards.

The prostitute, probably uncomfortable from my grip, gently stroked the sides of my thighs with both hands. Then, when I felt good, she slowly and slightly spread my thighs apart, but her mouth remained inside me, deeply sucking and swallowing. I really admired her; this made me feel incredibly good down there. To get even more pleasure, I had to spread my thighs apart to move my body up and down, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable from my grip anymore.

She wanted me to get aroused quickly so she could finish and be done with me.

Suddenly, I heard someone getting off the bed. A moment later, I heard a "slap, slap" sound, accompanied by moans.

I knew one of them was having sex. Before I could finish thinking, I felt a foot on my shoulder. Judging by the size, it was my classmate's. The foot was on its toes, supporting itself on the bed. Needless to say, he was also playing with the prostitute.

At this moment, the room was pitch black, with only the sounds of breathing and moaning filling my ears.

I kept hearing my uncle yelling, "Fuck!!! I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death!" I covered my mouth, afraid of laughing out loud. I knew why; it was because all the prostitutes we'd found today were ugly. He and I were the same—suppressed, venting our dissatisfaction as we worked.

But then I thought, damn it, the one I'm with is the ugliest. My anger flared up too. I thought, I'm not going to do it anymore. I can't enjoy working with a prostitute this old. Didn't you hear my uncle holding his breath over there? He probably thinks the prostitute's vagina is too wide.

I can't just finish like this; that wouldn't be worth it. With that thought, I coldly said to the prostitute, "I'm not comfortable like this. You can squat down." The prostitute didn't say anything and immediately did as I said. After I got down, I groped for her head and then pushed my penis into her mouth.

She opened her mouth and took it in, then one hand slipped between my thighs, touching my buttocks, while the other continued to rub my scrotum, her mouth moving back and forth with increasing force. I thought to myself, having sex with this ugly woman is suffocating! All the initial feeling of good technique was gone.

I didn't care anymore, thrusting hard into her throat, tensing my legs to get to the peak quickly. Pleasure swelled within me, my lower body grew hotter and hotter, and I involuntarily hissed.

The prostitute sensed this and sucked my penis even faster, both hands rubbing my scrotum.

I knew she was preparing me for the final moment, so I could ejaculate. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. The prostitute gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, preventing me from moving, and her mouth was tightly shut, her teeth gently grinding against the head of my penis. The sensation was like a surge of electricity stimulating my lower body.

I thought to myself: Fine, you can't control yourself, but I'll give you a surprise. Just as I felt the urge to ejaculate, I held my breath, forcing myself to relax a little, giving her the impression that I was about to cum, but just before it was over, a gush of hot fluid suddenly spurted out. I immediately grabbed her head with my hands, holding my penis firmly in place, not letting it leave her mouth.

At the moment of ejaculation, my penis trembled violently, I couldn't move, pressing it tightly against her mouth, breathing out cool air. The sensation of ejaculating in her mouth was perfect.

The prostitute suddenly realized that I had ejaculated, that I hadn't been able to pull out in time and it had sprayed into her mouth, and that I was holding her head tightly, so she simply stopped moving, gently swirling her mouth around my penis as I ejaculated.

After I ejaculated, she slowly spat my penis out after a while, then turned around, drank a glass of wine, rinsed her mouth, and spat it on the floor.

I lay back on the bed comfortably and said to her, "Give me another lick, okay? You're so good at it, it feels so good." She wiped it with a wet wipe and then took my penis back in her mouth. My penis was very sensitive after ejaculation, and I trembled with every suck. While sucking, she squeezed my penis with both hands to help me dissipate all the pleasure quickly. My uncle and brother also ejaculated one after another with "Ah! Ah!"

We cleaned ourselves up and turned on the light. At this moment, I realized that all three of us had the same expression, cold and lifeless, with no sexual excitement afterward. The two of them took out their sparkling wine and drank it; the effects of the alcohol from the previous commotion had worn off. I know why

; like me, it was only strong when it felt good, and afterwards, I was still breathless. I really can't imagine whether I could ejaculate if we did it with the light on. I didn't say anything, turned around, took out my wallet, and paid the fare. I told them, "You guys go ahead with your work, I'm going to have some more drinks with my friends."

After the prostitutes left, none of us spoke. We each drank our own drinks, occasionally glancing at each other. About twenty minutes passed like this.

Suddenly, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the two of them immediately

joined in. They grabbed me again, hitting me while saying, "It's all your fault! Are you blind today? Look at the freaks you found! They're all monsters! This isn't a fun outing, it's like we're prostitutes, going out with just anyone!"

I laughed so hard I couldn't stand up straight. I glared at my uncle and said, "It's all your fault! You always say we should find them all at once, but couldn't you have found two first, with one person waiting? You're so petty! I don't know you, and you still have the nerve to say that.

I'm so annoyed that I found the ugliest and oldest one!" We all laughed bitterly for a while, drinking as we concluded that the central theme of our outing today was simply "bad luck."

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