Me and Korean sex workers

One evening, around 7 or 8 pm, I was driving around with my girlfriend,

feeling down after another fight. I saw several scantily clad foreign women on the road, and suddenly my lust was aroused. Excited, I sped up and drove to the red-light district. I randomly picked a shop and went in to ask if they had any women. The cashier, a fellow Korean, said, "Hey buddy, wait a minute," and called out a group of hot Asian women in bikinis. I glanced around, my eyes landing on one woman—curvaceous figure, healthy tan skin. The cashier, noticing me staring at her, quickly said she was a Korean student, very skilled. Thinking I'd give it a try, I nodded and followed her into the room.

As soon as we entered, the Korean woman asked my name, then introduced herself as KK, and started undressing me to prepare for a shower. Once in the bathroom, KK gently helped me apply shower gel and carefully washed my penis. After rinsing, she suddenly knelt down and started giving me oral sex. I was instantly filled with a surge of passion, thinking, "Damn you Korean bastards, stealing my Chinese cultural heritage, rewriting history, and now you're even spouting nonsense about waging war against China!" The bathroom light was on.

Today, I'm going to thoroughly rape your women… Then I thought again, "Damn, I'm making money for her, maybe she'll send it back home, contributing to the Korean economy…" A bit of a tangent… She only sucked a few times before I said I wanted to go to bed. So I came out. KK gently dried me off. Once on the bed, she gestured for me to turn over, then lay on top of me, kissing me from my neck down. With each movement, I could feel her small but firm breasts rubbing against my back. As she approached my buttocks, she suddenly gasped, pressing heavily against me. Then she quickly spread her buttocks and began licking my anus… Her oral skills were excellent; her tiny tongue seemed intent on penetrating my rectum. After a while, she had me turn around and started sucking my nipples. I waved my hand, saying it wasn't necessary, but she quickly understood and went straight to my penis. I was already incredibly hard, finding it incredibly stimulating. It had been almost half a year since I last hired a prostitute, and the ones at home weren't as exciting…

She licked very diligently, sometimes focusing on my testicles, sometimes swirling her tongue around the urethral opening. I was moaning with pleasure. Then she started moving her mouth up and down, occasionally doing deep throating. I felt a surge of heat at the head of my penis, and I said, "We can begin." She climbed on top of me, kissing my neck. Sometimes I sucked on her nipples; they were small, round, and incredibly cute. At the same time, her lower body rubbed against my penis. I could already feel she was very wet, and I was quite touched, because most prostitutes are dry and expressionless, or they just act fake... Even though I'm paying for a prostitute, I always try to make it feel more emotional... Haha, everyone has their own preferences... While we were rubbing against each other, a few times it felt like my glans went in a tiny bit, about a centimeter, but she still didn't want me to use a condom. Just to be safe, I hinted that we could start, and the girl was quite sensible; she took a condom and we started. First, she sat on me, but I didn't let her take the initiative; she just lay on top of me, and I held her buttocks and started going at different speeds. After a while, I flipped her over so I was on top. Then I lifted one of her legs and looked at us in the mirror, getting more and more excited.

But then something very unpleasant happened: my mom and girlfriend called, and I got nervous and went limp. I sat up, and KK asked if I smoked. She offered me a cigarette, and we smoked together, chatting for a while. Her English was terrible, and she kept saying she was a student, which probably meant she was using a fake student visa and was actually a prostitute. Sure enough, when I asked her if she was a student, she shook her head and smiled at me shyly. Then she told me I was cool and I should smile, and something… Anyway, communication was a bit difficult. I said she didn't look Korean, and she asked why. I said her eyes were quite big, and she smiled and said they were from plastic surgery. I didn't ask further, but she did have single eyelids. Suddenly, I thought single-eyelid girls with big eyes were so sexy! After

finishing my cigarette, I hugged her and started caressing her again. She gently continued to give me oral sex, and I asked her to sit on my lap and give me oral sex. Then I started stimulating her vagina. She was almost dry, so I played with her clitoris and tentatively inserted my hand into her vagina. Surprisingly, she didn't object. Writing this, I have to criticize some of the prostitutes in China. Some have really terrible service attitudes these days. They complain of pain when someone sucks their breasts, and say it's dirty when someone touches their vagina. Usually, people shower and wash their hands beforehand, so there's nothing dirty about it. What's the big deal about touching it? Being a prostitute is a profession, so there should be professional ethics and conduct… Sorry, I'm getting off-topic again…

My penis quickly became erect again, so I gestured for her to come on top. Like before, she didn't immediately take out a condom, just kept rubbing against me. After a while, she took out lubricant from her bag, smeared a lot on her vulva, and then suddenly kissed and touched me passionately. I responded enthusiastically, and we twisted and turned. In that situation, I don't know how, but my penis suddenly went all the way in. She groaned loudly and then started twisting wildly. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly responded passionately, having long since forgotten the risk of getting a disease.

Without a condom, I could easily feel her vagina. It was very tight, and it really felt like there were many layers inside. It felt incredibly good. Finally, we switched to rear-entry. I grabbed her small, pert buttocks and thrust hard, sometimes leaning down to touch her clitoris. Then I lay on top of her, grabbing her breasts and thrusting quickly and forcefully. She whimpered softly. Suddenly, I felt her vagina clench and contract. I couldn't resist the stimulation and pulled out, ejaculating all over my hands, the sheets, and even a little bit on her buttocks.

I'd forgotten how long it had been since I'd ejaculated this much… She turned and smiled at me, then did something even more surprising: she cupped my penis and started sucking it. I felt like there was still a little bit left that hadn't come out. It was the first time I'd experienced this kind of service, and I was a little touched. After she finished, she went to the shower and squatted there to rinse her genitals. I think she was worried I'd ejaculated inside. I wanted to say I hadn't ejaculated inside at all, but never mind, I wouldn't be able to hear her anyway, and I didn't know if she'd believe me.

Then she called me in and gently helped me wash up. Afterwards, she carefully dried me off and helped me put on my shoes, socks, and clothes. As I was about to leave, she said I had 15 minutes left and suggested I have a smoke. I checked my watch and thought I'd just sit for a while; 45 minutes had been a bit tiring. She gave me another cigarette, and I asked for her phone number. We chatted casually, mostly in Korean, which I didn't understand. Later, she mentioned it was her birthday on Friday, and I asked if she had to work. She made an exaggerated Korean expression and said, "Work? Here?" Then she made a gagging face and said, "Holiday," before blowing a smoke ring. I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her; maybe she was trying to earn money for her seriously ill parents' medical treatment…

Later, when I said I had to leave, she said it was her birthday and reminded me to call. I said okay, and then she offered me her cigarettes. I felt a little touched, but then I thought it was just her way of attracting customers. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek as we left. For some reason, I felt this farewell was genuine…

On Tuesday, I went back to that shop on a whim and ordered kafé, but the cashier said it wasn't there. I left disappointed.

Thursday arrived in the blink of an eye. At midnight, I sent her a message saying happy birthday, wishing her happiness every day and that she becomes more and more beautiful. Actually, I was a little suspicious that her English was too poor to understand, but I thought, oh well, whatever. About half an hour later, she called back, saying I was the first person to celebrate her birthday and thanking me, etc. Communication was still just as difficult. Finally, she told me to come see her sometime, which suddenly made me feel a little annoyed; was she trying to get me to spend money on her?

On Friday noon, while buying bread at the bakery, I saw a strawberry cake. Thinking that I didn't even have a cake for my birthday, she probably wouldn't receive one either, so I bought it for $30, planning to give it to her that evening. Then I bought nine roses at the flower shop for $18.

Afterwards, I went to a classmate's house to play cards until after 8 pm, then made an excuse to leave. When I came out, I called KK to ask where she was, saying I had something for her. Unexpectedly, she hadn't gone out to celebrate and was staying home. She gave me her address, and I rushed over.

She lived in an apartment in the city. When I arrived, I called her to come down. She lingered for a while before coming down. I looked at her; she was lightly made up, still as beautiful as before, wearing a mini-skirt and black stockings, which excited me again. She seemed a little embarrassed when she noticed me staring at her and asked what was wrong. I gave her a cake and flowers, and she seemed very surprised. It must be surprising for a customer to remember his birthday and buy himself a cake and flowers. She kissed my cheek and said thank you three times. I said you're welcome, and then said I had to leave, because I thought she was going out to fool around since she was wearing makeup.

Unexpectedly, she seemed a little disappointed and said she hadn't eaten yet. She asked if I had eaten and if I wanted to come to her place; she said she would cook Korean food for me. The thought of Korean kimchi and that kind of bibimbap made me nauseous. And at that time, I really didn't have any intention of taking things further; I just liked her and felt sorry for her, which was why I bought her the things. I thought about it and said, "Let me take you out for Chinese food; it's your birthday, don't cook." She said "Oh, really? Really?" like a child, then hugged my neck and kissed me on the cheek. I said, "Let's go," got in the car, and headed to Chinatown. We randomly picked a restaurant in Chinatown and went in. I asked KK what she wanted to eat, and she said anything, she didn't understand. I just randomly ordered three dishes, plus oysters—a kidney tonic, haha.

Although we tried to chat, it was very difficult, but sometimes I added the few Korean phrases I knew, and she would occasionally use a few Chinese phrases, so we chatted quite happily. After we finished eating, we paid the bill, which cost about 100 won. She insisted on paying, which surprised me a bit, but I still treated her. I'll splurge a little today. When we got to her apartment building, she asked if I wanted to come up. I hesitated for a moment, and a thought flashed through my mind: wasn't all that I did just because I had feelings for her? And didn't having feelings just mean wanting to be intimate again? I said yes to her, but secretly I despised myself for being a hypocrite.

She lived in a two-bedroom apartment, which was spotless. If I didn't know her profession, I might have thought she was just a pretty, hardworking, and clean international student. She lived in the master bedroom, and without much conversation, we went into the room. She asked me to sit on the bed, then took out a photo album, saying it contained pictures, and asked if I wanted to look. I flipped through it casually; it was mostly some everyday photos and some of her studies in Korea. I didn't press her about why she chose this path, but I was secretly curious. The atmosphere was a bit tense, so I casually pointed to a few photos and joked with her. She playfully punched me a few times, then suddenly hugged me, saying, "Thank you so much for today, I'm so happy," and kissed me. Smelling her fragrance and holding her soft body, I began to get excited, feeling my penis slowly becoming erect.

She whispered in my ear, her breath sweet, and gently asked if I wanted to take a shower. I nodded, and she pulled me into the bathroom, helping me undress, and then undressing herself as well. Then we went into the shower together. Nothing happened while we showered. When she came out, she took a towel from the hanging rack and wrapped herself in it, then took another one from the cabinet and said to me, "This is new." I suddenly felt a pang of pity for her; she was probably worried I'd think she was dirty. After drying off, we both went straight to the bed, embraced, kissed passionately, caressed, and entangled.

After a while, I checked her lower body and found it was incredibly wet. I rolled over and lay on top of her, and she suddenly said she didn't have a condom. I was stunned, not understanding what she meant. Was she rejecting my offer of a condom, or was she asking if I minded going without one again? Seeing my lack of reaction, she quickly said she was fine, it was the first time without one, implying she wasn't sick, and then added that she'd go down to 7-Eleven to buy one. This touched me again, and I said it was okay, then kissed her, found her warm, moist opening, and thrust in. Perhaps it was at her house, but we were both so engrossed in our lovemaking. Her ecstatic moans, alluring skin, firm buttocks, and tight vagina captivated me. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated. Just as I was about to pull out, she pressed my buttocks down, and I released my thick semen inside her, simultaneously reaching her climax. We then held each other tightly, not separating until my penis became completely limp. Her face was flushed, and she looked incredibly cute. I kissed her face repeatedly, while we gently caressed each other. After

a while of caressing, we separated. KK took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it for me, and we lay half-reclined on the bed, her arm around my shoulder as we smoked together. We chatted idly, and several times I wanted to ask her why she chose this profession, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. Perhaps if humanity didn't have such a strong sense of curiosity, the world might be much more peaceful, but it would also be much less advanced.

We played around like that for almost half an hour, and I started getting aroused again. I grabbed her breasts and started kissing her. She held my head, letting out soft moans, and sometimes gently stroked my hair. After a while, she lifted my head so I could lie flat, her eyes full of desire, and said seductively, "Let me serve you." She immediately knelt down and gave me oral sex. I was a little embarrassed because I hadn't showered yet after we finished. But she didn't seem to care and carefully licked me. Of all the Koreans I've met, Korean men aren't that great, but Korean women are definitely more considerate than Chinese women. It's not that I dislike Chinese women, it's just a fact, though there are exceptions. Maybe it's a cultural difference. Now Chinese women are standing up!

She licked very carefully, making squeaking sounds, as if it were delicious, just like in porn. I started getting hard again. Without waiting to see if she'd lick my anus, I pulled her up and started fucking me. Perhaps because we'd already done it once, this time I thrust in and out forcefully, pulling out and plunging back in hard. She reached orgasm in less than five minutes; this time it was intense, her whole body trembling, making sounds like she was crying. After a while, she calmed down, still slightly trembling and panting. I gently stroked her back, sometimes parting her hair, kissing her face and eyes, while slowly moving in and out. I'll always remember this moment—so warm and sweet. Her vagina was still warm, and even wetter.

After about five minutes, I turned her over and penetrated her from behind, the position where we most easily reached orgasm. I started holding her buttocks and thrusting in and out, faster and faster, until finally she went from kneeling to lying face down on the bed, and I was on top of her. I saw her hands gripping the sheets, her mouth whimpering again. I ejaculated quickly again, this time without thinking or asking for her consent, just shooting inside. Every time I make love with her, I feel a sense of complete release. It was so comfortable…

After we finished, KK and I lay there for what seemed like forever. We barely spoke, just looking at each other and stroking each other's faces for a long time. I checked the time; it was getting late, so I said I should go. She looked disappointed and asked if I could stay the night. I said no, I had to go home to sleep. She hummed in agreement and held up two fingers. I looked at her, confused, and asked, “What?” She said she'd give me 200 won today. I was stunned, but quickly said “Oh,” and turned to get the money. But she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, giggling and saying “babo,” which means “fool” in Korean, and then said she was just kidding. A sudden pang of sadness hit me; it was a complex mix of emotions. It was sad that she joked about something like this. I suddenly wanted to understand her.

Perhaps sensing my unease, she kissed my neck, said something in Korean, and asked when I wanted to see her again. My feelings were complicated, and I said I didn't know. Her hands slowly slid down my shoulders, then gently released me. She got up, put on her clothes, lit a cigarette, handed it to me, and then lit one for herself. We smoked in silence. At one point, I asked her what she meant by what she'd said earlier. She smiled faintly and said, "I won't tell you." After I

finished smoking, I got dressed, said goodbye, and she insisted on walking me downstairs. We hugged briefly downstairs and kissed each other on the cheek. Then I left. As I drove to the intersection, I saw her standing there in the rearview mirror, watching me go…

For the next few days, I didn't contact her, and she didn't contact me either. I thought that was probably the end of it. Our relationship was based on sex anyway, and I kept thinking, if I hadn't moved her that day, why would she have let me do it for free? They say that people are most likely to win someone's heart when they're most lonely, and maybe that's what they mean. Although I restrained myself from contacting her, I kept thinking about her, mostly about her gentleness, her excellent service, her body, and her alluring moans.

I remember it was a bit cold that day, probably because winter was approaching. KK called and asked me to come to her house, without saying why. When I got there, she was wearing ordinary loungewear, no makeup, and her hair was up; she was still as beautiful as ever. She told me to sit down and said I hadn't eaten yet, so she made me something to eat. I said, "Okay, thank you." Then she started bringing out the dishes. I went to the table and sat down. It really was bibimbap, kimchi, and beef soup. I forced myself to finish everything, and after I finished, I smiled and made a face that said "It tastes so good!" I smiled at her and said, "You're a good woman." She smiled happily too. She didn't eat much, and she kept watching me while I ate. Maybe seeing me wolfing down my food, she asked if I wanted some more. I quickly said I was full, but she didn't understand that I just wanted to finish quickly.

After I finished eating, I wanted to clean up, but she held my hand and waved her hand, saying she would do it. She told me to sit down and watch TV or read a magazine. I flipped through a Korean magazine, which made me dizzy. I turned on the TV, but there was nothing on. She heard the rustling sound of the TV and came over to turn on the DVD for me. It seemed to be a Korean variety show, something like "Lovers" or something. When she finished cleaning up, she washed some cherries and put them on the coffee table. We still didn't say much.

After sitting for a while, I said I had to leave. She didn't say anything, but got up to see me off. As I reached the door, she took a scarf and draped it over my shoulders. I turned around, and she helped me straighten it. The scarf was black; perhaps she noticed I wore black the previous two times and realized I liked black. Seeing my slight confusion about why she gave me the scarf, she smiled gently and said, "Cold, it's there," then after a few seconds, "for you." I said thank you and hugged her. She nestled against my chest, her fingers gently tapping my heart like a piano for a while, then said something in Korean that sounded familiar. I asked her what it meant, and she said, "I won't tell you." I remembered it might be the same thing she said last time, but I didn't ask further and said goodbye.

When I got back, I wondered why she had called me over. Was it just to cook and give me the scarf? Although I've had many girlfriends, and many of them were very good to me, KK was the first one who took the time to knit me a scarf. Two or three days later, she sent me a message with a crying emoji. I replied asking what was wrong, and she said "sick." I said, "Are you home? I'll come see you."

After getting a definite answer, I went to a Chinese restaurant and bought some congee with preserved egg and lean pork, along with some braised pork ribs. When I got home, I noticed she seemed a little unwell, so I heated up the congee and ribs and offered them to her. She seemed a bit surprised. I had her lie down on the bed and was about to feed her when she tugged at my hand, gesturing towards me and then towards her mouth, indicating she wanted me to feed her.

Haha, like a little girl! I playfully pinched her nose and fed her. She ate very slowly, just giggling and staring at me. She didn't finish, then pulled my hand and leaned against me, saying she wanted to sleep. I asked if she had taken her medicine, and she said yes, yes, yes, yes. I said okay, I'll stay with you for a while. She quickly fell asleep. I stared at her, wondering if she truly loved me, and why she had come to me in the first place.

As I drifted off to sleep, I vaguely felt someone kissing me. When I saw she was awake, I immediately hugged her tightly. The scent of her perfume made my little brother a bit restless. I lifted her clothes; she wasn't wearing a bra. I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it. Then I kissed her stomach, easily pulled down her pants, and kissed her thighs and calves. I turned her over and kissed her back and neck. She moaned softly, wriggling slightly. I slipped my hand inside her underwear; it was already wet. I quickly removed my clothes, pulled down her underwear, turned her over, climbed on top of her, and used my knees to spread her legs, gently inserting myself. Seeing she was sick, I didn't go too hard, but she seemed a bit frantic, constantly lifting her legs or hugging my buttocks—probably because it had been so long since we'd done it.

I found it quite exciting, even though it was the most ordinary position. Finally, I grabbed her buttocks and increased the speed a little, then slowly moved my hands inwards. She was already soaking wet down there. I casually wet her buttocks and slowly inserted my fingers into her anus. Her anus was very tight; it seemed untouched. I heard her scream even louder. I was simultaneously penetrating her vagina with my penis and inserting my fingers into her anus, which I found very stimulating. I ejaculated quickly, again without a condom, and again internally. She didn't have an orgasm, but she was very wet and panting. I got off her and started sucking her breasts again, then rubbing her clitoris. Soon she orgasmed, her whole body arching as she hugged me. We rested for a while, and she fell asleep again. I got up and made her some porridge, then went in and shook her awake, telling her I was leaving. She got up to see me off, but I said no need, I'd come again when I had time. She smiled contentedly, kissed me hard, and said that one thing I couldn't understand again.

In the days that followed, we spent a lot of time together, usually cooking at home or going for drives. To avoid eating bad Korean food, I would cook for her; her favorite was braised pork ribs. Every time I cooked, she would playfully tease me, saying she was very touched because Korean men generally don't cook for women.

One day I went to her house again and met her roommate for the first time. She smiled and greeted me, not surprised by my visit; perhaps KK had already told her about me. KK briefly introduced the girl; her name was Fiona, and she was also Korean. My intuition told me she worked in that line of work too. Fiona was fair-skinned and pretty, more voluptuous than KK. Sometimes when I went to her house to cook, if she was there, I'd invite her to eat with us, and we gradually became familiar.

One day, I was bored and went to her house again. KK opened the door for me, and when I went in, I saw Fiona watching porn in the living room. I don't know if KK was watching it too, and then she came to open the door for me; anyway, I was very embarrassed. Although I only glanced at her a few times, with two beautiful women in the house, I got an erection. But KK and Fiona seemed indifferent; Fiona even smiled and said, "Sit down." I went over and sat down, casually glancing at a magazine. After a while, KK laughed and knocked the magazine away from me, and then Fiona looked at me and smiled. Actually, we both knew I was just hiding something… Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and told KK I was going to my room. KK understood and followed me into the room. As soon as I entered, I hugged and kissed her. She quickly took off her clothes; she was wearing sexy 551 briefs, transparent in the front. I caressed her while taking off my own clothes, pushed her onto the bed, and without even removing her panties, I simply spread them to the side and entered her directly. It went in completely in one go; she was already incredibly wet. At first, she lay on the edge of the bed, and I stood and thrust quickly from behind. Later, we got a little tired, so we moved to the bed, woman on top. She faced my legs, and I looked at her smooth back and little buttocks, feeling incredibly excited.

After we finished, I went out to get some water. Fina gave me a meaningful smile, which made me a little embarrassed. I went back in, drank water, smoked, chatted for a while, played around on the bed, and then took a nap. When I woke up, my hands started wandering again, groping and teasing her clitoris. She looked at me sleepily and said, "What are you doing, you idiot?" I smiled at her and said, "You know." She started leaking fluid again very quickly; she always leaks a lot of fluid easily. I remember a girl once told me that she usually leaks a lot of fluid when she has sex with the man she loves. Is that true, ladies? Anyway, I understand the saying that women are made of water now, haha~

Sometimes I rubbed my fingers on her clitoris, sometimes I moved them up and down, and suddenly I wanted to try squirting. I had seen a few articles about squirting on forums before, and I had also watched some squirting videos on film and television. So I tried inserting my fingers, and she made a "hmm" sound. I followed the instructions in the articles and actually found that small, rough area on the upper wall of her vagina. Actually, it wasn't exactly rough, but there was a coin-sized area that was not smooth.

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