Student prostitutes

During the summer before my senior year of college, I took an overnight bus from my home in Tainan back to my university in Taipei. When I finally
got to my dorm around 11 PM, I discovered the school was closed for the summer holidays, and the dorms were
temporarily shut down. I was doomed. All my classmates had gone back to central or southern Taiwan. The people living in Taipei were either female students or
people I didn't know well, and it was already so late; I didn't want to bother them.

So, I rode my bike around the East District to kill some time. By midnight, I was
exhausted , so I decided to stay at a hotel. I found one that looked relatively clean, not one with dark
glass doors, an old and dirty sign that looked cheap, or one that advertised itself as a luxury hotel. Upon entering,
I saw an elderly woman at the counter. She said there were no single rooms available, so I had to stay in a double room, but she only charged me
the single room price. After registering my name and getting the key, I went up to my room on the third floor. The room was fairly clean, the sheets
and comforter were neat and tidy, and the plain curtains paired with light yellow wallpaper showed the owner's attention to detail
. Ring...ring...ring...

Strange, a phone call. Why would anyone be looking for me? Maybe the counter staff needs to give me some instructions. "Hello
! Sir! Would you like someone to accompany you?"

Accompany you? Strange, what for? Oh! I know, to call a prostitute.

At that moment, a wicked thought popped into my head: since no one here would recognize me anyway, I might as well go for it.
"Okay." After hanging up, I immediately regretted it. I'm still a virgin, giving my first time to a prostitute like this
is just too much of a waste. And what if she's ugly, looks like an old hag? What if I get pregnant
? Herpes, syphilis, venereal disease, even AIDS—my life would be over.

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. My heart pounded faster and faster, my anxiety grew, and cold sweat broke
out.

No, no, I can't keep messing around like this. I bravely picked up the phone and told the counter I didn't want it anymore. I
had just picked up the receiver when... Ring ring... Ring ring... Oh no! It's the doorbell. She's already here.
Oh well , whatever, I can't be that unlucky to get infected on my first try. I steeled myself and opened the door. A
pretty girl stood outside, her face bare of makeup, but you could tell

she was very beautiful. She wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans, white canvas shoes
, and had long, flowing hair. She smiled gently at me: "Hi! Hello."

Standing before such a beautiful girl, I suddenly felt completely flustered, stammering, "Okay
...okay...ahhh." I answered blankly, wondering if she had come to the wrong room, because she looked
like an ordinary college girl on campus, not at all like the call girl I had in mind.

"Excuse me, miss, what are you looking for...?" I needed to make sure she wasn't in the wrong room, lest she do something inappropriate. But
that seemed unnecessary, because she had already taken off her t-shirt.

Her bra had no straps, shaped like an 8, the round cups covering half of her full breasts
. The light pink lace bra tightly supported her full breasts, the well-fitting bra filling them just
right, making her breasts stand tall and proud, at least 33 inches high, as perky as those women in those breast-enhancing pill advertisements
. The center of the round cups was slightly pointed, which must have been her nipples.

I felt a strange pressure in the front of my pants, a constant swelling, swelling... The
bikini photos of beauty pageant contestants, the kind of female bodies that had made me masturbate until my legs went weak, were now right
in front of me.

She seemed used to men's stunned expressions, tossing her hair back, tilting her head, and
smiling, saying, "Am I beautiful?" I opened my mouth, but was too nervous to speak. She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped
them, took off her pants, and kicked off her shoes. Every movement was so smooth and natural, so unpretentious, as
if she were preparing to take a shower in her bathroom at home. Her underwear was white, with white lace trim
, the triangle area slightly raised, vaguely showing a blurry black shadow, highlighting her slender waist.
Her thighs were very shapely, as alluring as a Xiao Qiang pantyhose advertisement. She took my hand, sending a sudden
electric shock through me, like when I secretly held hands with my crush while crossing the street—a mix of nervousness and excitement. She
pulled me to the bathroom door, turning back: "Take your clothes off outside first." I hastily pulled
off my shirt and pants, leaving me in only my underwear. Reaching the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and pinched my thigh hard;
the pain convinced me I wasn't dreaming.

Entering the bathroom, I saw she had already taken off her bra and underwear, completely naked. Her slender hands
were gently rubbing her nipples, a tuft of hair between her teeth, making her shoulder-length hair slightly disheveled.
Her genitals were covered in thick pubic hair; seeing a woman's dark, reddish area for the first time, my breathing became quite
rapid.

Before I could even react, she had already slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasped my throbbing, hard
penis, and slowly began to rub it. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I almost suffocated.

When she pulled down my underwear, my erect penis stood proudly erect, swollen and
red , becoming even harder and more vigorous under her gentle caresses. One hand supported the base of my penis, while the other skillfully
played with my testicles. Waves of heat surged from my groin, running down my spine to my head. Having never been with
a woman before, I couldn't withstand the stimulation; I felt a surge of fluid about to burst from my glans. No! No
, it would be too embarrassing to ejaculate like this; she would definitely laugh at me.

I desperately clenched my buttocks to prevent ejaculation. She probably noticed my predicament, removed her hands from my
penis, and began to lather her body with soap. "Sit on the stool," she said, turning on the shower and
wetting . I thought she was going to lather me with soap, but instead, she started using her pubic hair, covered in soap, to scrub my back
, shoulders, and chest. Naturally, I lay down on the floor and she straddled me to scrub my genitals. This kind of
bathing with pubic hair was much more skillful than just using her hands to lather me with soap, and it made me feel excited and blissful.
Enjoy.

She took a mouthful of hot water, and as I wondered what she was going to do, I felt a warm current flowing through my glans.
She took my glans in her mouth, slowly swirling it with her tongue, gently licking it, stimulating it back and forth with the hot water. This time, I really
couldn't resist. A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain, a
sudden stimulation that even I couldn't guard against, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid
gushing from my glans into her mouth. She gripped the base and continued to thrust back and forth, giving my penis an even more intense and
prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body tensed to the extreme, and almost all the blood was concentrated in my genitals to experience that
supreme physical pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed down, I collapsed to the ground, exhausted. She showed
a satisfied smile, sucking the last drop of semen from my defeated glans, tilting her head back and
swallowing the hot water and my semen in one gulp.

This shocked me deeply. I'd never even tasted the thick, white, sticky fluid when I masturbated, yet this
woman was willing to give me oral sex and swallow all of it. There's an old saying that one drop of semen is worth nine drops of blood; perhaps
that's why she had such a great figure and such fair, alluring skin.

After washing herself clean, she put on a towel and went to bed first. I gripped my limp penis, trying to
revive it, but to no avail. Suddenly, I remembered those impotent old men in movies,
desperately trying to drink turtle blood and eat whips from their beautiful mistresses, only to be ridiculed by them.

Oh no! This was just foreplay, and I was already unable to get an erection. The main course hadn't even started yet! Being unable to get an erection was a small matter;
being ridiculed and humiliated was a much bigger problem. I shouldn't have gotten so excited and used up all my energy. I rubbed and kneaded
for ages , but it was too embarrassing.

"Come to the bed, I'll help you." My face flushed; she'd seen right through me. I draped a towel over myself, and like
a schoolchild afraid of being scolded by the teacher for doing something wrong, I timidly sat on the edge of the bed. She hugged me from behind and whispered in my
ear "Is this your first time?" I nodded, my face instantly turning as red as Guan Yu's. It was so
embarrassing; I was so ashamed I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "It's okay, I'll teach you slowly."

I was filled with regret. I shouldn't have let her in; it would have been better to just sleep alone for the night
. Now, it wasn't me who was on top of her, but her who wanted to be on top of me. I really didn't know whether I paid for her or she
paid for me, or who was really enjoying it. The most pathetic thing was that I was being played with and still had to pay her. I started to
hate her.

She made me lie on the bed with my legs spread, and she lay on top of me, stroking my genitals. Faced with the seduction of this venomous beauty
, my useless little brother still shrank like a clump of wrinkled flesh. "Let's rest for a bit,
watch continue." I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. It was a Japanese adult film, and the female lead was very beautiful. She was
naked, nestled against my chest, one hand on my shoulder, the other roaming over my genitals. Playing with her breasts, my energy
seemed to gradually return. Seeing the male lead forcefully rip open the woman's bra, my little brother suddenly
grew . I leaned down and pressed her body against mine, squeezing each breast with my hands, burying my face in her
cleavage, then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to feel the wonderful sensation, greedily inhaling the rich scent
emanating from her beautiful breasts.

With each breath, her hemispherical breasts gradually swelled before my eyes, the pink nipples
erect on the enlarged areolas, radiating intense, hungry energy. Although I had no experience with sex,
under her guidance, she grasped my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard shaft parted her moist
labia and entered her vagina without restraint. The warm, soft shaft felt slippery inside, with a
slight pressure similar to a hand gripping it, and a warm, enveloping sensation. My erect penis was inserted
between her closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I
gripped her fleshy arms even harder, violently pressing her genitals closer. I pressed my hands against her buttocks, causing her
delicate thighs to slam against my testicles. I increased my speed, finally letting out a shout as I
forcefully spread her beautiful legs and thrust in even more violently. Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic instincts, making
me want only to frantically thrust into her warm body, wanting only to bite her blooming areolas and
chew them in my thirsty mouth. Her face flushed red, appearing alluring in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her lips parted
slightly , then wide, uttering indistinct murmurs of desire.

After what seemed like an eternity, a tightening sensation shot through my groin, accompanied by a surge of adrenaline coursing through my spine
to my brain. I gripped her breasts more tightly, thrusting my penis deeper into her. She writhed,
using her feminine advantages to her advantage, moaning and groaning even more intensely. This was the ultimate
pleasure, a complete union of man and woman. I withdrew my penis, a thin
layer of fluid clinging to our genitals. Our thick, dark pubic hair was now glistening with the sticky love juice, while she
closed the moment. Her breasts were already covered in my bite marks and the marks of my furry fingers. I
lay beside her, drenched in sweat and limp, one hand around her shoulder, the other still roaming over her breasts. Her hard
nipples gradually softened, and her engorged breasts slowly subsided. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. I don't know
how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt a pair of slender hands roaming over my body, and a faint, delicate fragrance
wafted by . I opened my eyes and saw that she had finished showering and was still naked, her hands caressing my chest.

"Are you still up for it? Shall we do it again?"

I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't obey me; I had truly overindulged. I gave a wry smile and shook
my head.

She didn't reply, but her hands had already grasped my penis, playing with it at will. I felt utterly weak, yet my penis
quickly became erect under her manipulation, even experiencing a burning pain during the erection. I knew all too well I couldn't continue
. I tried to clear my mind, contemplating mountains, trees, babbling brooks, even the electromagnetism I hated most,
but nothing worked. It was as if she had acupunctured my entire body, leaving me numb, yet she had left one spot
for her to play with from time to time.

When her tongue swirled around the glans, a mixture of excitement and pain surged up; I couldn't quite describe whether it was pleasure or pain.
It was painful. She straddled me, using her feminine advantage to penetrate me, and began to move wildly
, oblivious to the pleasure. This time, my penis felt waves of pain, like the agony of masturbating repeatedly
. It was practically rape. I thought to myself.

Poor me, all my virginity was wasted on a prostitute. She
had no mercy whatsoever. I don't know what it feels like for a woman to be raped. I only know that after her several thrusts
, my lust was reignited. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, making her lean towards me so I could suckle her breasts
. In one swift motion, I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me. "Fine! You want to rape me? Let me fuck you properly first
!"

I roughly bit and grabbed her, forcefully squeezing and kneading her breasts, then suddenly biting her nipples until she
screamed in agony. I showed her no mercy, forcing open her tightly clenched thighs and thrusting my penis
wildly inside her, pounding through her softest flesh with my hard rod, striking her most intimate parts with my testicles.

I fantasized that I was a brutal laborer, raping the Zhang Manyu I had long fantasized about on a filthy construction site. Her
screams grew sharper and sharper, indistinguishable between cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy. With each
thrust, the sensations rising from my genitals were indistinguishable between pleasure and excruciating pain. I only knew I wanted to fuck you hard, you
slut, even if you are a great international superstar, I will still make you cry for your parents under my penis.

This is rape, this is rape. Every man's dream girl, Zhang Manyu, is being raped by me. I'm going to
fuck you until you're ecstatic. She seemed to be in unbearable pain, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition, and she began to resist,
struggling with all her might. But I had already lost my mind; the more she resisted, the more excited I became,
like an exhibitionist who gets more pleasure from hearing a woman's screams. Besides, her figure was so amazing, and her face so beautiful
. To rape Maggie Cheung was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could
I let it go ? I suddenly slapped her several times, the bright red finger marks immediately staining her cheeks. She cried even louder,
and my latent lust began to burn hot. Slap! Slap! The crisp sounds hit her heaving breasts. "No
! No! I don't want it!"

Just kidding, you wanted it first. When you were on top of me, did you ask if I wanted it? Now that I've had my way with you, you
don't want it anymore? It's not that easy. I pressed her hands down harder, immobilizing her, and
forcefully spread her overly taut thighs, pounding my penis against her clitoris and squeezing her labia with the head of my penis
. Although I had never raped anyone before, and hadn't even had sex before today, it was a man's instinct
, especially since I had already raped Maggie Cheung countless times under the covers while masturbating. Her screams turned into wails
.

"Please, please stop! I can't stand the pain! Let me go!" Her face was already covered in
tears, and her limbs no longer struggled; her mournful face kept pleading with me. No, no! You
asked for , and besides, I haven't even ejaculated yet.

I thrust my penis into her vagina again with a vicious thud, hearing her pitiful scream, which only fueled my
lust. I truly am a perverted sex fiend. I gripped her breasts and swayed my hips even harder, making her
cry out again and again until my penis convulsed uncontrollably, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I pulled out of her vagina, forcefully
pried open her mouth with both hands, letting my penis spray into her mouth, thick fluid filling her mouth, before I withdrew with satisfaction.

I opened my eyes and peeked at her face. She seemed to have long since lost the expression of pain she had shown earlier. Instead, she was ecstatically
dipping her finger in the semen from her lips and then sucking it into her mouth. I know she was faking it just now; she must have been so turned on by me that she was practically
delirious. These women just need to be fucked. I've even heard that some virgins, when raped, unconsciously reach
orgasm, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, and afterwards they savor the aftertaste. No wonder women rarely report rapes, and some
are even raped repeatedly. The reason is simply that they subconsciously have a desire to be raped, but
it's suppressed by societal norms. Especially the more dignified a woman is, the more lewd she becomes in bed. The reason is simple:
they've been suppressed for too long. Like Xiaoyu, the most beautiful girl in our department, who fell in love with the scumbag Atai in our class, and supposedly
slept with him after only two dates. Damn, she looks so pure and innocent, I've had a crush on her for so long, but
I just couldn't muster the courage. I never imagined she'd be so shameless. If I had known, I would have asked her out and forced myself on her like today; maybe she'd
be mine now.

"So good! So good! You're amazing, I've never had such an orgasm before," my Maggie Cheung said.

I couldn't help but feel proud of my virility. Looking at the bruises all over her body, I felt a strange pleasure. I really didn't
know if she was the pervert or I was. I suddenly wished I could really rape Maggie Cheung, or Joey Wong, or Hsiao Chiang.
Hearing them moan and cry out would be even more exciting. I got off the bed naked, sat in a chair, and lit a cigarette. I looked at
her on the bed with her eyes closed, her hands kneading her breasts, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Her body was truly
beautiful, with high breasts, a slender waist, long thighs, and thin calves. She was an absolute beauty. I really
couldn't understand why she was out. Was she short of money? Or was she just driven by materialism? I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. After thinking about it,
I realized that movie stars and models like Maggie Cheung or Hsiao Chiang also make money using their looks. The only difference is
whether we know for sure if they sell themselves. Maybe a rich guy can earn a million or even half a million in one night, and Brigitte Lin
can still strip naked and lie in bed letting anyone have their way with her. "You're still a student, aren't you?" I suddenly asked curiously.

"Why ask that? People in our line of work don't have connections."

"It's nothing, never mind. You don't look like someone in this line of work; you look more like a college student, and I
'm a college student myself."

"I'm a junior, sociology major. Surprised?" "Not really. I'm just curious, someone as pretty as you
, why are you here?"

"Different perspectives, I guess! I'm not vain, I'm not short of money, and I'm not
struggling On the contrary, I get scholarships every semester. I just wanted to experience a different side of life, unlike college
students who are trapped in an ivory tower, completely unaware of the realities of society."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"More than half a year. There are seven of us girls renting an apartment together. We're all top students from our respective schools
. We take turns picking each other up each day, and in the evenings we also tutor.

" "Do the other students know?"

"Of course I don't know. I'm a good student at school, I run clubs, participate in activities, and lots of
boys pursue me. But I don't have a boyfriend. I really wonder if those boys who pursue me
would continue if they found out one day that their Snow White could be bought?"

"We certainly don't sleep with just anyone. We have to select our clients beforehand. I only
take cases that satisfy me. The most important thing is that they register their accommodation under their real names, such as ID cards and driver's licenses, to avoid any danger. Secondly,
they need to look clean and not unpleasant, and have a respectable job before we feel comfortable. And we only take the same client
a maximum of three times to avoid any romantic entanglements."

"How long do you plan to do this?"

"I'll stop after I have enough money to study abroad. I want to focus on dating."

I suddenly wondered, "Were you really in pain just now?"

"Haha," she laughed, making me feel embarrassed. "I could tell it was your first time. Actually,
when a woman reaches orgasm, she can't really distinguish whether it's more physical pain or intense pleasure. Like
my first time with a man, the pain of my hymen being torn mixed with wave after wave of rising pleasure gave me extreme
satisfaction and made me scream loudly. That was a true orgasm, a scream from the heart. Only women can understand
this subtle feeling. So I think you men are pathetic. Although you're all lustful, none of you can get the same orgasm
from as a woman." "Your pleasure is nothing but the release of animalistic desires, how pathetic. Your penis is
just a tool for me to reach orgasm, and you really think you raped me."

I lay down on the bed with my back to her. Although I was very tired, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was filled with endless
emotions. She was not your average dull college student. On the contrary, she must be extremely intelligent and know how to control her own
direction. It's hard to say whether what she did was right or wrong. After all, it was her own choice, so there's no right or wrong. But if she were
my girlfriend, no matter how beautiful and slender she was, I would never want to. Thinking about this, I finally fell asleep. The next day
, I was awakened by the sunlight. Oh my god, it was 3:15 pm. I tried to get up, but my whole body was weak and I couldn't
muster any strength. My muscles and bones ached. I shook my head and remembered last night. It was like a dream, except that she was already
gone .

I turned my head and a bright red thing came into view. Oh my god! It was a red envelope, the price I paid for being a virgin
. Next to it was a small note:

"Hope you slept well, and I hope to serve you again. Tel: xxx-xxxxxx." Holding the note
, I stared blankly, recalling the events of last night, her soft body, her full breasts—everything
felt so real. But the price was ten thousand yuan, a whole month's rent and living expenses, far beyond
my means. Although she later said I was also a university student and she had a good time, so she would only charge me half
price and then a 20% discount, making it only four thousand yuan, it was still a month's food money. Forget it, forget it all! I
don't have the means to squander it; she will never belong to a man like me. I took out a lighter, burned the note, struggled
to get up, put on my clothes, and stepped out of the hotel. Today, another new day.

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