I, Xi Yuan... 45th year of partner swapping.

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"I, Xi Yuan...Swapping Partners"

Author: Bai Xida Published: 2014/5/21 on: Spring Full Courtyard

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(45)

A few months ago, when I was agonizing over whether to try "partner swapping," my worries were about shame, morality, and dignity. But after finally giving up and entrusting my body and soul to Grandpa, Xing Jun, and A Zhu, what I fear most these days is that this relationship, without love or marital ties, will ultimately not last. How will I cope then? Also, my husband is nearing impotence; when will I be able to successfully conceive through artificial insemination? These troubling questions seem to be driving me crazy…

So, I resolutely ran away from home to escape reality. Subconsciously, I found myself back in Dongguan, the "sex capital." I've worked here as a sauna technician and a hostess in nightclubs, being ravaged by different men... At the time, I was deeply shocked and horrified by the willingness to be so depraved, and secretly enjoyed the various sensual stimulations I experienced...

Just like some men use sex to relieve their frustrations; could it be that subconsciously, I also wanted to numb myself by returning to prostitution? Otherwise, how can I explain why I insisted on staying at the home of a "big-breasted girl"? Because I can't forget that for two consecutive nights, she was by my bedside, having sex with clients, making me restless and distracted; I can't forget that one of her clients thought I was also a prostitute and said he wanted to sleep with me...

Not to mention, I actually let her drag me to this sinful alley, to "stand on the street" with a group of sexy prostitutes, waiting for men looking for pleasure to come to my door... I'm a pure and innocent movie star! How could I give up on myself to the point of... falling into prostitution?

I couldn't stand there any longer, and was about to escape back to the big-breasted girl's house when fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke, and I actually bumped into a man who wasn't unfamiliar with me—

in his thirties, with a buzz cut; thin, without a tie, wearing a suit, shirt, and leather shoes, all cheap stuff. With a weasel-like face and a mustache, he was none other than the "department head" with a tuft of hair at the sauna center I used to work at.

"Oh? 106?" I remembered him, and he recognized me too, calling out my old employee number. He shifted his furtive gaze: "So you're out here doing 'street prostitution'?"

The man with the mustache took a drag of his cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and grinned lewdly: "How much do you charge per session? Want to do business with me, Minister?"

I instinctively stammered, "I...I'm not...street prostitution!"

He waved the cigarette butt at the prostitutes standing on both sides of the street: "Respectable women, decent people, why would you come to this street? Everyone here is a street prostitute!"

He then raised his chin and lifted the busty woman behind me: "I saw you holding hands with her from afar! You won't admit it until you see it!"

The evidence was irrefutable, and I was speechless. This guy always seemed to see right through me in the sauna, and I didn't expect him to do the same outside...

I was speechless. He was sure he'd hit the nail on the head, and he said smugly, "So? How much do you charge? Want to do business with me?"

His voice was so loud that I was afraid passersby would hear and think I was a prostitute: "Don't speak so loudly... People will misunderstand me if they hear..."

"Tch! You women always want to be prostitutes but also care about your image!" But he finally lowered his voice: "Okay, if we won't talk on the street, let's go eat and chat!"

He casually pointed to a two-story restaurant by the roadside. Before, my grandfather had arranged for me to try "street prostitution" for the first time, and he observed me there. Although nothing happened at my stall that night...

"Sister?" The busty girl saw the man with the mustache clinging to me and ran over to check on me: "What's wrong?"

Afraid that the man with the mustache would tell her something, I quickly said, "N-nothing. He's my former...boss."

"Yes, she was a good subordinate of mine!" He rarely played along, speaking in a respectable tone: "It's been a long time since we last met, and I was just thinking of inviting her to dinner."

I've been in such a bad mood since this morning that I haven't eaten a single grain of rice, and I'm really a bit hungry, so I didn't refuse: "Hmm...okay."

The man with the mustache grinned and headed towards the restaurant. The busty girl grabbed me, her smile suggestive: "Sister, he's been staring at you like a lecher, he definitely wants to sleep with you!"

"Since this is your first time out on the street, you might as well make it familiar!" she said, rummaging through her handbag. "You'll take him as your client!"

"After you finish dinner with him, use the key I just gave you to take him back to my place to 'get to work'!" She pulled out what she wanted and shoved it into my palm: "You weren't prepared, were you? Here, take this!"

It was two unopened…condoms.

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The restaurant waiter beckoned the man with the mustache and me to sit in the window seat on the rooftop—a seat I'd sat in with my grandfather that night. Back then, I was furious with my husband, the pimp, who actually brought a client to me. That attempt to patronize a prostitute ended abruptly because of my embarrassment. Back then, I never imagined I'd be back today…patronizing a prostitute?

No, I don't want to think about my husband, my grandfather… I gently shook my head, focusing on my meal. The minister was surprisingly generous; hearing I hadn't eaten for over ten hours, he ordered a whole table full of side dishes. Although he was lecherous, he still had some compassion…

He drank his beer and asked, "Aren't you coming back to work?" There were other diners around, and knowing my reservations, he avoided the word "sauna."

That sauna was my grandfather's business; since I wanted to disappear temporarily, how could I go back… Oh! It was then that I realized I didn't seem to mind going back to being... a "wicked bone" technician?

He looked down at the prostitutes on the street outside the window and asked again, "You'd rather come here and do 'this'?"

During the few days I worked at the sauna, I was ordered around, scolded, and harassed by the man with the mustache... which made me unable to be assertive in front of him. I said in a humble voice, "I told you... I didn't come here to do... this."

He looked me up and down with ill intent, "Then why are you wearing a low-cut dress that's meant to seduce men?"

This morning I ran away from home and didn't care about dressing up. I just let my long hair down, wore a pair of light yellow high heels, and a light blue halter-neck short dress. The dress was elegant and simple, and wouldn't normally appear low-cut. But lately, with more sex, the hormonal surge has increased my bust size, making my cleavage more prominent and revealing my breasts half-exposed, a seductive allure amidst my innocence…

Although the minister had already seen my bare breasts in the sauna, I still felt strangely embarrassed by his comments. Then I remembered how I had given him a handjob, breast massage, and oral sex… I felt… my cheeks flush.

He didn't press further, giving up on asking: "Okay, okay, the minister won't make things difficult for you, I won't ask anymore."

Now it was my turn to be curious, and I asked him back: "You said decent people wouldn't come to this street… so what are you doing here?"

He laughed at my feigned ignorance: "Of course, I'm here to pick up women!"

I guessed it; he really was here to 'stand around' and solicit prostitutes! How dirty, how disgusting!

He saw through my thoughts again and rolled his eyes: "It's only natural for men to go out and have fun! Thanks to them, there would be far fewer perverts, rapists, and molesters in this world!"

I retorted in a low voice: "Nonsense, nonsense."

He bent down, his crew cut shoved forward, and lowered his voice to mock me: "Ha! What makes you look down on those streetwalkers? Weren't you standing in there just now? Besides, you've served quite a few men in the sauna, weren't they also clients?"

I was speechless. Indeed, I had served clients in the sauna; not to mention, what the mustache didn't know, I had even worked as a prostitute at a nightclub one night... How much more noble was my behavior compared to those streetwalkers? Actually, the only difference was that I hadn't... had sex with the clients...

The minister poured me a large glass of beer: "You've been frowning all night, are you in a bad mood? Here, have a drink!"

Was he trying to get me drunk? I knew I couldn't hold my liquor, but I was really thirsty and wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol, so I boldly downed it in one gulp. The ice-cold beer went down my throat, so refreshing and invigorating…

“I didn’t realize you could hold your liquor so well!” He refilled my glass. “Cheers! Let’s drown our sorrows in a good drink!”

I clinked glasses with him crisply and downed it in one gulp. But he didn’t seem to have any ill intentions in getting me drunk, and didn’t refill my glass. I, on the other hand, was getting into it, so I simply grabbed the bottle and poured myself a drink. After finishing one bottle, I ordered three more, drinking with him intermittently…

His mustache-like mouth was anything but clean, constantly telling the most vulgar dirty jokes to accompany his drinks. My social circle didn’t include guys like him, so it felt surprisingly novel. Listening to him speak in hushed tones, I laughed out loud…

Eating, drinking, and laughing, my terrible mood brightened considerably. Suddenly, through my half-drunk eyes, this minister didn't seem so unpleasant anymore. At least, he could make me eat and drink happily...

The atmosphere was harmonious, and the man with the mustache, who had been sitting opposite me, moved to my side and touched my hand: "106, you see, we get along quite well!"

I even had his fingers inserted into my private parts before... so I let him caress my hand: "Hmm..."

Seeing that I didn't resist, he put his hand on my shoulder outside my sundress: "Everyone had so much fun tonight, how about taking it a step further... to get to know each other better?"

My questioning gaze met his beady eyes, which seemed both joking and serious: "You're doing my 'business'!"

I was a little drunk, not angry, just giving him a sideways glance: "I already said, I'm not..."

"Okay, okay." He gently stroked my hair to soothe me. "The minister knows, you're not a prostitute, are you?"

He put his arm around my shoulder, his bearded mouth close to my ear. "106 is a respectable family, not a prostitute. So, play a game with me... a 'friendship game'?"

A friendship game? That means... a one-night stand?

"I took a liking to you the moment you came to the company for the job!" His hand slid down my shoulder, caressing my arms. "Your celebrity face, your smooth breasts, your long, beautiful legs..."

The next table was full of diners, and the minister was groping me in public, but I didn't react. "After you quit, I was so disappointed! I can't forget your breast massage, your ice and fire..."

How explicit! I frowned as I listened; knowing my irresistible charm, I felt a secret thrill… His lips brushed against my earlobe, barely touching it: “Want to go to a hotel with me for the night?”

I was only half-drunk, still somewhat rational, and shook my head in refusal: “I…no.”

“Then let’s just be intimate. Come to my place and give me a handjob.” He persisted, then tempted me with benefits: “I’ll pay you two hundred and sixty-eight yuan, according to the company’s rates. I’ll also do what I did last time, using my fingers…to make you feel good.”

At work, unsatisfied, I begged him to insert his fingers into my vagina, and I almost orgasmed…his wicked hands… Indeed… he had a knack for it…

Recalling the three times he “tested” me in the sauna, my refusal wasn’t firm: “I… I won’t go… to your house.”

His tone was much gentler than in the sauna: “Then let’s go to your house for a chat? It’s rare to run into you tonight, and I’d love to spend more time with you.”

I knew he was just being sweet-talking, but I couldn’t help feeling pleased. Was it because I was in a foreign place and felt especially lonely? Why didn’t Grandpa or Xing Jun return my calls last night? No, I don't want to think about them anymore... But tonight, I really want someone to keep me company...

I rubbed my hands together, hesitant... The man with the mustache waved and called to the waiter: "Check, please! And another bottle of whiskey,

please!"

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A night breeze blew, and the alcohol hit my head. I stumbled and almost fell—

"Watch out!" He caught me just in time, and I felt a sense of being protected. "Where do you live? Let me take you home."

The busty girl was standing on the street late into the night, but still no customers. She came over again. "Sister? Are you doing business with him?"

The smell of alcohol rose in my throat. Before I could deny it, she seemed afraid I would be ripped off and quoted a price to the man with the mustache: "Three hundred for a quickie, six hundred for the night!"

The man with the mustache said irritably, "I know the prices on this street better than you do! I won't shortchange her! Where do you live?"

The busty girl pointed to a row of low houses and told the minister the floor and house number. In her early twenties, she playfully flashed me a "V" sign for victory, whispering encouragement, "Good luck on your first client, sister! Go for it!"

Her mustache-like hand grabbed my arm, and we walked away. My drunkenness was building, my steps unsteady, and I could only let her drag me…

Back home, would we really just sit and chat? Or would she want me to… masturbate him? Or perhaps… have a friendly fling, a one-night stand? The busty girl gave me… two condoms—

I brushed past her on the street, and a man who was clearly there to pick up girls, seeing the man with the mustache drag me away, looked regretful and said resentfully, “Oh dear! Too late! The good stuff is gone!” ****************

... What does this silent invitation, this tacit consent, truly mean? Even I myself don't know… But for a girl to allow a man into her home at night, what does it imply…? I've been away from Dongguan for a while, but the busty woman's small apartment still reserves half a space for me. On one side of the living room is the single bed I slept in; directly opposite is her double bed for entertaining clients. The large cloth that serves as a curtain in the middle is not drawn at this moment, but pulled back. I felt I had drunk too much, so I sat on the single bed to rest. The man with the mustache put down his liquor and ran into the bathroom. He wasn't going to use the toilet, but rather carefully wet a hot towel and placed it on my forehead to sober up. The warmth slightly eased my headache. I never expected him to be so considerate. "Thank you, thank you." He sat on the bed, knelt behind me, and massaged my temples with his thumbs to calm me. "You thought I was harsh with you at the company? That was just for work. Now we're friends, so naturally I'm being polite." What work? He was clearly using his position for personal gain, taking advantage of me... However, I closed my eyes and accepted his acupressure, which relieved my headache, so I didn't argue. Anyway, the fact that he took advantage of me that day was already established... After massaging my forehead, he massaged my shoulders. "Your muscles are so stiff. You're overworked." After two days of flying and one high-speed train ride, my shoulders were indeed sore. The man with the mustache often tests female massage therapists, and he himself is quite good at it: "You have a lot of 'body fire'!"

But his feigned seriousness didn't last long: "Your heart fire... your lust is burning too, isn't it?"

He stopped massaging me, brushed my long hair aside, revealing my earlobes, and leaned in to kiss me; then he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind and pulled me into his embrace: "106, just tell the minister the truth—"

he questioned in my ear: "Actually, you really wanted to come out and be a 'streetwalker' tonight, didn't you?"

I closed my eyes, as if covering my ears, and unconsciously whispered... "Yes..."

"You had a bad fight with a man, so you angrily went into the sex industry?" He must have seen too many self-destructive women in the sauna, and he even guessed most of the reasons why I wanted to debase myself.

"You're so silly! Other men don't dote on you, but the minister does." He stroked my arms. "But, while you're young and pretty, it's a good thing to go out and 'streetwalk,' making more money is what matters."

He suddenly whispered in my ear, "Sell your first time streetwalking to me."

I opened my eyes, but didn't break free from his embrace. "I...don't want to."

"You'd rather take a stranger for your first time than do business with your good boss like me?"

With a thousand thoughts swirling in my mind and a touch of drunkenness, I stammered, hesitating to speak, "I can't...make up my mind..." "Standing on the street...so ugly." "Taking money...having sex with men...so despicable!"

The man with the mustache laughed loudly, refuting my concerns one by one: "Can't make up your mind? Then let the minister help you make up your mind." "Standing on the street is ugly? There are plenty of prostitutes around to keep you company. You'll get used to it after a few nights." "Taking money to have sex with men is despicable? Does that mean having sex with clients without taking money is noble?"

Most of what he said was fallacious, but it seemed to have a tiny bit of... truth to it. Every time I come to Dongguan, the "sex capital," my moral compass is always distorted by the negative atmosphere here…

The minister cupped my face in his hands, gently caressing it: "I asked you how much you'd charge, asking you to sell yourself to me, so I wouldn't take advantage of you. If I tricked you into playing friendly football and didn't charge me, I'd make a profit, and you'd lose out." "

106, the minister didn't misjudge you. You have a celebrity face, a full bust, long legs, you were born for this." The man with the mustache gently turned my face to the side, our eyes meeting: "When you were in the sauna, you enjoyed serving different customers, letting them kiss and touch you, right? If you went to work as a prostitute, countless men would come to patronize you every day!"

If you went to work as a prostitute, countless men would come to patronize you every day…patronize me? My heart skipped a beat…

“It’s still early, think it over and make a decision later.” He said, kissing my right ear and right cheek. “You’re heartbroken? Let me comfort you.”

His thin lips began to tease my ear and cheek. I no longer worked at the sauna, so he no longer had the right to molest me. I could have resisted… but I didn’t. On this night far from home, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. For this one minute, I longed for a temporary companion—even if it was a… wicked sauna manager.

Seeing that I didn’t resist, the manager became bolder, gently cupping my face and kissing my red lips. He had been smoking and drinking while eating, and his breath was foul, but I still let him kiss me, even letting his long, thin tongue pry open my lips and wet my mouth. Just like last time, as we kissed, I got used to it and stopped noticing his bad breath. A few weeks later, he kissed me passionately again, and it still felt...not bad.

He released my mouth, reached for the whiskey, twisted off the cap, and took a few big gulps: "I've been talking too much, I'm thirsty."

After he finished, he held the bottle to my lips. I was clearly half-drunk, but I still slightly opened my mouth to let him feed me. It was a very pungent spirit, but tonight, I wasn't afraid of getting drunk... I swallowed a few sips, then suddenly had an idea, took another small sip, and took the initiative to kiss his mustache. His eyes lit up with surprise, and we met lips to share the drink. Two tongues swirled in my mouth, warming the drink…and my body warmed up too—

"You feel hot, don't you? You're sweating!" He coaxed me like an innocent little girl, pulling down the straps of my skirt on either side: "The minister is wiping your sweat."

An excuse! Wasn't he just trying to touch my clothes? But since he had a reason, I deceived myself and didn't expose him. The straps were pulled down, above the bustier of my blue dress, he touched my collarbone in the front and kissed my shoulder in the back, without causing the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, I felt… relaxed.

He thought twice and pulled down the zipper of my skirt: "Unbutton your top, it'll be cooler."

The upper half of my skirt was pulled down to my waist. My upper body was half naked, wearing only a light blue half-cup bra. The bra, from its color to its design, matched the dress perfectly; it was a high-end item from the same series.

A man with a mustache wrapped his arms around me from behind, one on each side, covering my half-cup bra and rubbing my exposed breasts. "Wearing such a nice bra? If you go to the streets, you'll easily get played with by customers. Remember to wear something cheaper then."

I looked down shyly as he unhooked the front of my bra. "I... I'm not going to the streets..."

He threw the bra off, pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and immediately began to play with them. "Here's what we'll do: if you decide to do it, I'll stay and buy you, and have sex with you. If you don't, I won't force you, and I'll leave immediately."

He rubbed my nipples as he spoke, and in less than a minute, right before my eyes, he skillfully turned my nipples into erect buds. I should have been extremely ashamed and stopped him from undressing me until I was half-naked... But after those few days at work, he had practically exposed all my past transgressions, so in the current situation, I actually felt... it was acceptable...

He suddenly pulled my right hand up, and his crew-cut head came around from behind, under my armpit, and turned his head to kiss my right breast: "Give me a kiss on the breast!" His language was vulgar, and his kiss was rough as well, swallowing my breast whole and sucking on my nipple repeatedly; he also occasionally nibbled and lightly bit my delicate breast muscles and nipple...

"Gently, gently!" I cried out in pain, and he immediately changed his kissing style, becoming extremely gentle, licking my breast repeatedly with his tongue to soothe the slightly painful spot between my breasts. The contrast between his hard and soft oral techniques made me feel uncomfortable. I reached out and touched the back of his head, thrusting out my chest and feeding him my breasts without reservation: "Xue...suck..."

He had just said that if I was willing to stand on the street, he would make love to me; if I didn't, he would go home. Before I made a decision, how intimate did he plan to be with me?

The minister licked my right breast while helping me lie back. I was kissed until my body was half-weak, and I lazily fell asleep on the bed. He leaned down and kissed my left breast; at the same time, he reached out and caressed my two long, straight, beautiful legs under my short skirt.

His fingertips wandered and his palms caressed, fully feeling the smooth, delicate skin of my calves, and then he rubbed my two small knees back and forth. His hand groped all over my inner thighs, then ruthlessly lifted my skirt, completely exposing my light blue underwear.

He examined my conservatively styled underwear, noticed the wetness, and immediately spat out my left breast: "Hey, just like those days at the company, a casual touch and your underwear is soaked!"

Drunk, I was ashamed but not angry, lightly punching him with my fist: "You're the one who made me... like this..."

He touched and kissed me, and being sensitive, I naturally became wet. But I had clearly made love with Ah Zhu for two days in a row, and now, with just a little teasing, I... wanted it again. My appetite in bed was getting... bigger and bigger... The

man with the mustache handed me a bottle of wine, grinning mischievously: "Replenish the... lost fluids."

I gave him a slightly annoyed glare, but obediently let him feed me wine. I wanted to drink more, to get drunk quickly; only when I was drunk would I be happier; only then would I be more...unrestrained.

"Smack..." He lay on his side beside me, another round of wolfish kisses. At first, he invaded me; later, I kissed him more in return. I seemed to like his lewd kissing style, my cherry lips eventually kissing his sleazy mustache...

He enjoyed my kisses, his hands not stopping, continuously rubbing my crotch for several minutes. His long fingers, through the fabric, teased my genitals, stimulating me until my panties were soaked with arousal fluid, sliding down my thighs: "Good, plenty of lustful fluid, you won't need to bring a 'kip' when entertaining clients in the future."

The teasing through my pants, half-itchy and half-pleasant, I half-closed my eyes and asked blankly, "A 'kip'?"

"KY means lubricant. It's applied to a dry cunt to make it easier for a man to fuck her." He explained crudely, then smirked at me, "So you're all concerned about KY now! Decided to become a prostitute, huh?"

"N-no…" I denied it, but my mind wandered to fantasies: that I actually went to the streets, applied KY to my genitals, and had a client thrust into me forcefully…

I frantically shook my head, trying to dispel these unbearable fantasies that should never happen. But when I came to my senses, I realized the man with the mustache wasn't touching my underwear anymore—

he had his arms crossed, looking resigned: "You still won't become a prostitute? Then the minister won't force you, I'll go home."

"Don't… don't go…" I blurted out, reaching out to stop him, only then realizing my lapse in judgment. Do I really want him to... tease me?

He seemed determined to leave, his face stern: "No more hugs! Just cuddling and kissing, no sex, my genitals are so full, it's torture!"

My heart was lonely, my body empty, I begged him to stay, to hold me a little longer, even if it meant granting his wish: "Then I'll... masturbate you?"

He still frowned and refused: "Using my hand isn't enough! I really want to fuck tonight, that's why I came to Qijie. If you don't do it, I can still find someone else."

But he was the only person I knew here, no one else... I longed for him by my side, to continue comforting my body, to help me forget all the unpleasantness caused by the "partner swapping"...

My eyes pleaded, ignoring all shame, I forcefully pulled the minister's right hand, touching his underwear again: "Stay with me a little longer..." "Should I... um... let me... think about it some more?"

He sighed, "Alright! Seeing you're lonely, I'll stay with you for another five minutes. I'll ask you again later. If you still won't sell yourself to me, then goodbye!"

I only begged him to stay for this moment... He was the only lifeline in my boundless sea of desire, I clung to him desperately...

He looked at me slyly, flicking the waistband of my underwear with his right hand: "Is it itchy inside?"

I lowered my head in embarrassment, humming softly through my nose: "Mmm..."

"Hey, here comes the itch relief." He acted nonchalantly, his hand slipping inside my pants, fondling my clitoris, labia majora and minora... but not a single finger, not a single finger, concerned about... the inside of my vagina. What itch relief? It only makes me...itch upon itchiness...

Waaah... The harassment is so close, I'm so looking forward to it, but I get nothing. My pussy is right there in my hands, why doesn't he touch it, insert it?

"Minister..." I frowned in disappointment, and couldn't help but ask him the same thing as I did in the sauna: "Put your finger inside...insert me..."

But his thumb lingered on my labia minora, twisting and pressing, still not breaking the taboo, only intensifying the provocation. He glanced at his watch and suddenly stopped. "Five minutes is enough! Answer me, will you stand in the street or not?"

"I really...can't..." I rubbed his stiff suit trousers, trying to seduce and concede. "You can put your fingers in me...I'll give you...a breast massage?"

But his hand didn't linger, pulling out of my underwear. "Even 'ice and fire' isn't enough! I'm going to have sex today! I'm leaving!"

My body was too uncomfortable...I couldn't help it, wanting to find a way to back down; wanting him to give me a reason to become...a fallen woman: "Why do you want me to...stand in the street so badly?"

"It's not that I want you to be a prostitute, it's that you said you wanted to tonight! You weren't in Dongguan before, were you? If you didn't want to be a prostitute, you wouldn't have come back, you wouldn't have gone to that alley to stand in the street."

His accusation hit the nail on the head! I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning, my body and mind jolted! My throat went hoarse; I couldn't deny it

, I couldn't refute it! I deliberately traveled all the way to Dongguan, actively seeking out a busty woman I knew was a streetwalker. My subconscious intentions were crystal clear—

I wanted to give up on myself, to debase myself! I wanted to relive the humiliating pleasure of working in the sex industry, of being a lowly person! I wanted to serve different lustful men in a degrading way, to be humiliated and played with! Ultimately, I wanted to cross the moral line that a respectable woman shouldn't even step over…

I stared blankly at the lewd and obscene-looking man with the mustache… If I hadn't wanted to sell myself to him, why would I have let a wolf into my home, a lone man and woman alone together? If I hadn't wanted to have sex with him, why would I have let him undress me, satisfying his lust with his hands and mouth?

My body and mind pounded, a sudden realization struck me: I really wanted to be like those big-breasted girls, like those prostitutes on the street, to fall into depravity…

My wavering was too obvious. The long, thin tongue of the man with the mustache licked my earlobe; his sharp canine teeth lightly nibbled at my earlobe: “Want to sell yourself to the minister tonight?”

His left hand, fingers forming a claw, squeezed and kneaded my breasts: “Want me to be your first customer?”

His other hand, taking advantage of the moment, slipped inside my underwear, thumb and forefinger gently pinching and rubbing my clitoris; middle and ring fingers lightly entering and exiting my vagina; the remaining little pinky, with its long nail, casually scraped my anus: “Making love with me is like being in heaven, and you get paid.”

So good… He made me feel so good!

"So? Give me an answer." His cunning eyes fixed on my dazed pupils. "Will you do business with me? If you don't, I'll go have sex with other prostitutes!"

Sex, I really want to have sex... but... but...

my defenses crumbled, and I gradually loosened my grip: "Girls doing that... it's so... so ugly! So shameful! I'll be looked down upon..."

"You'll have all the prostitutes on the street with you. You'll get used to it, and then you won't feel ashamed anymore. People laugh at poverty, not prostitution. Once you make a lot of money, who will look down on you? They'll only envy you." "

I... I'm scared... I don't dare..."

"The first time you're scared, the second time you get used to it, and the third time, you'll dare to do anything."

"I don't know... how... to do it..."

"The minister won't just leave after he's done with you tonight. I'll be your pimp! You follow the rules and give me your share of the profits, and I'll take care of you, help you find customers, and teach you how to get into bed."

Ah! My clitoris, vagina, anus, nipples… everything feels so good from the minister's ministrations! I want him to make me feel even better…

His crotch is pressed against my palm… so long, so hard, so hot!

Sex, I want to have sex right now!

"One last time—do you want to stand on the street?"

I want to have sex with him! I agreed, and he would…do it with me right away…

“Do…”

“What?”

“I’ll do…”

“What will you do?”

“I…I’ll…do it!”

“So, will you take the minister as a client?”

“I…I’ll take…”

“Hey, then sell yourself to me now, okay?”

“…Okay—”

Cause and effect seem confused; cause and effect seem reversed: I didn’t do the prostitution first before taking him as a client, but…I wanted to have sex with him so much that I agreed to do the prostitution?

The aftereffects of the strong liquor are hitting my head again…My head hurts so much! Never mind, I won’t think about it anymore! Anyway, I've already agreed to the things I shouldn't have, and now, all that's left is... to carry them out—

looking away, I lie on my back, bare-chested; my fists clenched nervously, my heart pounding. This celebrity wife, who has just decided to enter the world of prostitution, holds her breath, waiting for the client's move, preparing for her first time selling herself—but

the mustache guy doesn't climb on top of me. He lightly pats my face and tells me to get up: "Now, let me teach you how to be a proper prostitute! To sell yourself and get fucked, you have to arouse the man first. Get up and provide service."

I sit up shyly, and he quickly strips me naked, leaving me only in black briefs: "You're usually the one undressing the clients, but you can skip that this time!"

He lay down on the headboard, hands behind his head, body stretched out: "Let's start with foreplay, get the customer excited."

The long-absent command, the erotic order, was exactly what I wanted, what I desired… I knelt before him, obediently lowering my head to offer kisses and flirtation, but he stopped me again: "Go straight for the body, do 'body roaming'."

Body roaming… the sauna instructors had taught me: as a woman, use your mouth and tongue to kiss the customer's entire body—

"Slurp…" I had only kissed the department head's nipples before, but now I started with his neck, kissing his thin, naked body. Collarbone, shoulders, arms, all oily and sweaty, salty and sticky…

"Don't just use your mouth, what about your tongue?" I obeyed, extending my small, delicate tongue, licking his chest and slowly licking his nipples. My tender tongue moved sideways, cleansing his side, and he let out a satisfied cry. I became even more attentive, my tongue sliding down and circling his belly; the tip of my tongue even slipped into his navel, deftly tracing circles. My lips and tongue roamed, kissing every inch of his upper body, until every inch of his skin was wet, and my mouth was dry...

Knowing I was thirsty, the man with the mustache brought the bottle to my lips, rewarding me with a drink: "You licked it well! Here, moisten your throat."

I swallowed the drink to quench my thirst, and he moved the bottle away, pointing to his lower body: "Enough saliva, come and play the flute."

I slowly pulled down his underwear, revealing a hideous, grayish-brown, narrow, long penis, pointing menacingly at me. In the sauna, I've helped him before—masturbating, breast massage, and oral sex with a condom on…

I wanted to use the condom the busty girl gave me, but the minister wouldn't allow it: "Don't spoil the fun! This time, the minister wants to experience your mouth without a condom."

Anyway, I've already tried giving oral sex to Xing Jun and Ah Zhu without a condom… I knelt between the minister's legs, wrapped my hands around his penis, bent over, and shyly kissed it—

he hadn't showered, and the smell of his pubic hair and penis sweat was pungent and strong. I sniffed, but it seemed to arouse even more desire. I lightly kissed the half-exposed glans with my red lips and didn't find the smell unpleasant at all. This time, without him having to say a word, I obediently stuck out my tongue and licked up and down the shaft...

I buried my face in my mouth, my long hair obscuring my mustache, which slightly lessened my shame. But he, in his wicked way, swept my hair behind my neck, exposing my pretty face and revealing my ugly flute playing: "I've already told you, you have to let the customer see clearly how you play the flute."

The department head gently lifted my chin, making me look up at him: "Play while looking at the customer. Also, put it in your mouth."

My cherry-like lips parted slightly, and I took the umbrella-shaped glans, which was now completely exposed outside the foreskin, into my mouth. The soft mucous membrane inside my lips circled the tip of the rod, gently sucking and rubbing it. He opened his mouth a little wider, swallowing more of the man's penis, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked faster to please me. I was putting on a great oral performance, but I was forced to look at his mustache, feeling embarrassed and my cheeks flushed red...

"Your oral skills have improved! After giving me the Ice and Fire treatment last time, you've blown on quite a few men , haven't you?" The minister grinned smugly, gently pinching my slightly sunken cheeks

as I sucked on his penis: "But the minister's sausage is still the best, isn't it?" "Mmm..." Unable to speak, I let out a soft hum in agreement... Was it because I drank too much alcohol, my mouth turned bitter, and my sense of taste suddenly changed? I actually found his sweaty, salty sausage quite delicious: "Slurp, slurp..."

"Okay, that's enough." He had enjoyed himself enough and called for a stop. The intestines I spat out were covered in saliva; the glistening shaft, taut to its limit, long, thick, and robust, was fully prepared for sex: "Take it all off!"

My light blue skirt had already been pulled down halfway, exposing my breasts. Now, I completely removed my skirt, took off my underwear… personally removing the last piece of clothing covering my body.

Thinking he was finally going to make love to me, I eagerly tried to lie back, but he remained like a lord, lying on his back: "Men are all lazy, it's best if they don't move, but still get pleasure."

He slapped his hairy thighs: "Sit on top, woman on top."

My first time… selling myself, and he still wanted me… to take the initiative? But I had waited too long for this moment of making love! His erect penis, standing proudly amidst his pubic hair, was so dazzling, so alluring…

Before I could even process what was happening, I straddled the minister's lap, right in front of his penis, trembling as I offered him an unopened condom: “You… wear a condom…”

He took it, tossed it far away, and grinned: “You're new to this, all clean; I'm not sick either. Since it's our first time together, let's be affectionate, no condoms needed!”

He lifted my slender waist, suspending my genitals above his glans: “You surely know that, right? It's most comfortable without a condom!”

Of course I knew. I'd never used a condom with Grandpa, Xing Jun, or Ah Zhu. The sensation of naked genitals touching was intoxicating. But, with someone like him engaging in prostitution and promiscuity, was he… unclean?

"Don't worry, the minister won't hurt you. Come on! Sit down." He pulled me down slightly, causing my labia minora to touch his glans for the first time... Oh! Just his heat alone made me shiver with sensitivity...

Oh well! Never mind! I'll trust him this once... I don't want to hold back anymore, I don't want to wait any longer—

my slender waist moved down on its own, and I let my wet, drooling labia minora greedily swallow my penis! Not gradually adjusting, slowly taking it in, but with unbridled lust, I sat down heavily, all the way to the bottom!

Damn! His long, thin penis slid in all the way, the glans deeply penetrating my vagina; our pubic hair intertwined tightly; my buttocks gently rested on his warm scrotum… In that instant, I was suddenly filled, and I raised my chin in satisfaction, letting out a soft moan: “Oh!”

Less than a year into our marriage, I finally cheated on him completely! It wasn't a ‘partner swap’ arranged by my husband, but my own affair… no, not an affair, I sold myself… prostitution! I actually allowed a lustful, wicked minister from Dongguan to have sex with me without any protection!

"Wow! You're so tight and narrow inside, it feels so good!" The man with the mustache squinted his beady eyes, his penis focused on my rarely used vagina: "Just like a virgin! You rarely have sex, huh?"

"Come on, ladies first, you can move all you want!" He gently stroked me, making me sit on the outside of his thighs, my knees covering my kneeling legs: "I have great stamina, I won't ejaculate randomly and get you pregnant."

Get me pregnant? I want to get pregnant... no, how could I get pregnant with him, such a lowly... offspring? I just wanted to satisfy my pent-up sexual desire through him—

woman on top, another position I'd never tried before, but with such delicious food in my mouth, my lower body couldn't resist—recalling the sauna instructor's sex technique training, I knelt firmly, leaned my upper body slightly forward, placed my palms on the bed beside his chest, and began to slowly raise and lower my hips, letting his penis slowly enter and exit the garden…

I moved slowly, but it felt incredibly good right away! The flower path was brimming with nectar, allowing the penis to enter and exit smoothly; the long, narrow shaft, moved repeatedly by the vulva, rubbed back and forth against the walls of the peach blossom cave… This lecherous man, though thin, had an unusually hard penis, stretching open the flower lips, filling me completely…

His mustache swayed as he leaned against my rising and falling thighs and pert buttocks, grinning proudly: “How about it? The minister’s big, meaty intestines, pretty impressive, right? You can move a little faster!”

This… do you even need to say that? My body instinctively sought more pleasure, and I unconsciously increased the frequency of my hip thrusts, making my penis move in and out faster, deeper, and more thoroughly, penetrating from the entrance of my vagina all the way to its depths… Ugh, while I was enjoying myself, the minister was also pleased with me; that bastard got even harder…

I silently positioned myself on top, not daring to look at the shameful place where male and female were joined; even more ashamed to look at his mustache, I just lowered my pink face and breathed softly: “Ugh, ugh…”

The minister, lying upright, reached up with his right hand and touched my ashamed face: “Your eyes should be on the guest’s face.”

I ignored him, deceiving myself by glancing sideways, unconsciously looking up at the wall next to the bed. On the white wall, there was a stain. I felt inexplicably sad… I was no longer… flawless…

"106, look over here! I have something serious to tell you!" A dog's mouth can't grow ivory, so what serious thing could he possibly have to say? Out of curiosity, I swayed my hips and, while shyly looking down at him, asked, "What... is it?"

The man with the mustache, enjoying himself, reached into the pocket of his suit trousers, feigning mystery, "The most important thing!"

Confused, I watched as he took out his wallet. "Hey! You haven't even taken my money yet! But you're in such a hurry to sit on me! You really want to have sex with me, don't you!"

My embarrassment burned up to my ears... Yes, I... I only have sex with customers... after I'm paid... I forgot all that, only eager to take his penis in...

The man with the mustache pulled out three red bills. Then I remembered that the busty girl had also listed the meager price for me: "Three, three hundred?"

He replied matter-of-factly, "The standard price for sex, I didn't skimp on it."

Me? I'm the infamous "Shan Cai" who's famous throughout Asia! I'm Taiwan's Beauty Queen! I accepted an endorsement deal, the fee was in the millions…

But my last shred of female self-respect made this price unacceptable. I stopped thrusting into his penis: “Three hundred… no way! So… cheap…”

He stroked his beard, his eyes darting around: “Then how much do you want? How much do you think you’re worth?”

I don’t lack money, and I didn’t do this for money… but the money for sex was so little, it made me feel so cheap, so lowly, as if my body was worthless…

Filled with grievance, my eyes suddenly welled up with tears: “This is my first time… it’s with you… and you’re giving me… so little…”

"Oh! Don't cry, it's the minister's fault." He shamelessly slapped his own lips, apologizing and coaxing me, "I'm sorry! You're right, you gave me your precious first time with a client, you should pay me more."

He pressed his hand on my shoulder and back, making me lean down, and wiped away the tears welling up in my eyes, "It was originally three hundred, but I'll double it, nine hundred for you, okay?"

"I want... a thousand." I bargained meaninglessly, only feeling that a thousand was at least better than a few hundred...

"Whatever you say, 106 is so young and beautiful, she's worth the price." He counted out ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them to me—

accepting this insignificant thousand yuan for my true identity meant I was now officially a street vendor, selling myself to the bearded man, having sex with him… I stared blankly at the stack of dirty banknotes, finally taking them slowly with trembling fingertips—

he stared at me: "Be polite to your customers."

I lowered my eyes, my voice trembling, thanking him… for buying my body: "Thank you…"

"Alright, now it's the minister's turn to move!" He wrapped his arms around my bare back, and with a thrust of his waist and legs, his erect penis, pointing skyward, plunged upward between my legs—

oh! His waist was so thin, yet he was so strong! His hips and legs bounced on the bed, pounding heavily into my secret place! The man's initiative was impressive; his penis, from low to high, forced open my labia, thrusting in powerfully, thrusting in, and thrusting again, repeatedly slamming against my kneeling buttocks, making loud "slap~ slap~"

"Is it good?" he asked with a sly grin, his lower body thrusting repeatedly. I turned my head away, not answering. He deliberately used more force, violently pounding my vagina several times, making me cry out shamelessly, "Ah...so good!"

"Come on, kiss me while you're being fucked, it'll be even better!" He wrapped his left arm around the back of my head, kissing me passionately; his right hand moved to the side, kneading my right breast pressed against his bare chest; his lower body thrust forcefully, thrusting into my vagina from below. I collapsed onto him, limp and weak, letting him kiss me, touch me, and fuck me… It really… felt so good!

I gradually lost myself in the moment, turning around to cup his head and kissing him passionately: “Smack, smack…”

“Having sex with the minister feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm…”

Just as the fire was raging, my phone suddenly rang on the bed—it was my phone. Who was being so…discreet?

The man with the mustache picked up the phone: “Not like last time, it’s your sister again?”

Last time? I was in the sauna, begging him to penetrate me, and then my sister Xidi called. He forced me to answer, how embarrassing…

He looked at the phone screen and read the caller ID: “Xiao Fei?”

Is it…is it my husband? I've been away from home since this morning, and it's been almost half a day. He didn't know I ran away, but since I didn't come home at night, of course he would call to ask...

If this call had just started when the "partner swapping" had begun, it would have definitely woken me from my lust. But now that things have come to this, even my husband can't stop me—

I continue to lie face down, letting the minister hold me, my legs wide open, ready to be pampered: "No, no need to take it."

He continues his piston-like thrusting motion: "Xiao Fei, who is he to you?"

I bite my lower lip: "Someone who's irrelevant..."

The minister suddenly realizes and smirks: "I know! It's him who angered you so much that you came here to cause trouble?"

"The minister is here to avenge you!" He takes it upon himself to answer his phone and brings it to my lips: "Come on, moan for him! Let him know that you've found a new man so quickly and are still having sex with him, I guarantee it will infuriate him!"

How could I possibly moan like that? Just as I was about to retrieve my phone and turn it off, the man with the mustache suddenly thrust into me from below: "Ah!"

I cried out, my phone ringing in my ear. My husband, naturally puzzled, asked, "Wife? Where are you?"

"Keep crying for him to hear!" The man with the mustache mischievously lifted his thin buttocks off the bed and began to brutally pound into my downward-facing vulva. His attacks were fierce, her vagina burning hot from the friction. She was so pleased that her red lips parted, unable to close, and she let out intermittent moans: "Oh! Ah...ah...!"

"Xi Yuan? What are you doing?" Her husband clearly recognized her moans, his voice both suspicious and excited: "Who are you with? Grandpa? Xing Jun? Or Ah Zhu?"

The minister didn't hear her husband's words, but chuckled wickedly, moving his phone away from my face and placing it next to our buttocks: "Let him hear it again, how amazing I am—"

"Slap! Slap! Slap~ Slap~ Slap~" He was completely focused on showing off, his penis attacking relentlessly, causing our lower bodies to collide repeatedly, making a slapping sound. Husband, can you hear it? Your beloved wife is being fucked by that minister who called you a bald-headed bastard! Your once chaste wife has fallen to the level of a Dongguan street vendor, prostituting herself tonight! You're happy to have done this to me, aren't you? Are you at peace with yourself now? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I snatched the phone from the man with the mustache and slammed it off: "Never mind that good-for-nothing! Let's focus on...making love!"

"Focus on making love? Well said!" The minister smiled and helped me up from my kneeling position, which had been lying on his chest, back to an upright position: "Didn't your teacher teach you? Change to the 'riding position'!"

The riding position...a more proactive and shameless position than the current woman-on-top, man-on-kneeling position. But to get revenge on my husband, and more importantly, to try this unfamiliar position, I did as he said—

my beautiful legs bent, my bare feet placed on the outside of the man's legs on the bed; I sat half-sitting, half-squatting on his genitals, my delicate body struggling to maintain its balance, afraid of falling forward or backward...

"Hold my hands." The man with the mustache who had been lying down reached out and clasped my hands with his, our fingers interlocked, to help me maintain my balance. I managed to sit firmly on my buttocks, my private parts clamping tightly around his still-erect penis: "Come on, try it!"

My bare feet slowly pushed off the bed, my calves exerting force, my thighs rising and falling, bringing my pink buttocks down towards his erect penis, sitting down and lifting up, carefully, trying the riding position for the first time... Squatting like I was going to the toilet, so ugly; my crotch was still actively swallowing and releasing his penis, so lewd... I tried to keep my legs closed, not to spread them too wide, otherwise my private parts, with his penis inside, would be wide open in front of his mustache, revealing my ugly state...

I glanced at the man with the mustache without thinking. He grinned lewdly, encouraging me with lustful eyes, "Be bolder, ride faster, ride deeper! Don't be afraid, I'll hold you steady!"

A pair of slender, jade-like hands intertwined with his two devilish hands, fingers clasped together, as if holding the most trusted lover... At this moment, could I only trust him? He was the one who seduced and led me into prostitution; from now on, could I only trust him? He would be my... pimp, leading me through the streets, soliciting customers for me, teaching me how to make love...

Subconsciously, my delicate fingers tightened their grip on the man's hand. I steadied the man with the mustache, obeying his commands, riding faster and sinking deeper into the seat... Oh! I rode this thin, naked stallion, its whip long, straight, and hard, thrusting forcefully into my genitals; its dark mane tickled my itchy vulva…

My palms were sweating, my temples were damp, and the sticky fluid between my legs, following the riding movements, dripped from my female swamp, covering my erect penis… I spurred the stallion beneath me, sometimes up, sometimes down, slightly left, slightly right, feeling the length, hardness, and heat of his penis from every angle… Everything was under my control, according to my will… It felt so good!

The man with the mustache looked up and smiled, "You seem to really enjoy the cowgirl position?"

Six parts drunk, the continuous sex, and the lingering pleasure made the lady's words no longer reserved: "I love it, I love it to death!" After 69, I became obsessed with the cowgirl position...

but first I knelt, then I tried this squatting position, relying entirely on my lower limbs to make love. Even though I do yoga often, my legs were still sore from all the movements. But I didn't want the pleasure to end prematurely, so I looked down at the man with the mustache and invited him, "Come on... move a little..."

"Are your legs tired?" He grinned, still not taking the initiative. "I'll teach you a new position to serve me, and then I'll ejaculate!"

"Turn your body around. Don't let your intestines fall out! Clamp them in while turning... Yes, keep squatting, and put your hands on the bed too—"

The man with the mustache instructed me to turn 180 degrees from facing the head of the bed where he was, with my body facing the foot of the bed. He spread his legs wide in a 'V' shape, making me squat between his legs with my hands on the bed—this awkward posture of leaning forward and with my hands and feet on the ground made me look exactly like... a squatting female frog.

"Using your hands and feet like this is the easiest way for you to be on top!" The minister, lying straight behind me, slapped my buttocks insultingly. "Just keep sitting back and you can please the customer!"

The pain in my buttocks made me reflexively press my hands against the footrest, sit down, and begin to take his penis in again. He had just said he was about to ejaculate… How long had we been having sex? At least half an hour? He was incredibly long-lasting! My husband couldn't even last a tenth of that…

"Sit faster, sit deeper!" "Don't be lazy, sit all the way in from the glans!" He intermittently slapped my buttocks, so humiliating! But with each slap and each curse he uttered, a strange pleasure welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but become more compliant and obedient to his commands... I'm so despicable! Ever since that sauna, I've enjoyed being molested, scolded, and insulted by him...

He's right, this frog-like squatting position is effortless for the hands and feet, the center of gravity naturally shifts backward, and simply letting the buttocks move up and down, manipulating the penis, already brings wave after wave of pleasure to the vagina: "Slap~ Slap~ Slap~"

Not far from the foot of the bed, there is a full-length mirror, reflecting my indecent appearance with my palms and feet on the bed, my bare buttocks sitting on the male genitals. Her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled from repeated intimate moments; the vigorous exercise had left her fair face beaded with sweat, her cheeks flushed; her body swayed, her 33C breasts bouncing with waves; between her pubic hair and the pink cleft of her vulva, a gray-black penis appeared and disappeared...

This, this thirsty, shameless woman, is... me? She had the familiar face of Xi Yuan, but her actions were completely foreign to me… Less than a year ago, I was a newlywed star, a wealthy socialite, but tonight, I was a Dongguan prostitute, selling my body to men…

However, the exquisite touch between my thighs could temporarily distract me from everything else, making me only fantasize about the length, heat, hardness, speed, and quality of his penis… So

good… At this moment, I just wanted to sit as fast and deep as possible… Deceiving myself, I closed my eyes, single-mindedly pursuing the greatest pleasure… Using every inch of my vagina to rub against his penis, pleasing each other…

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…” I was sitting too hard, too diligently, and the breathing of the guy with the mustache on his back became more and more excited. Was he about to… ejaculate?

For some inexplicable reason, I wanted to send the minister to his climax, so I quickened my pace, thrusting up and down rapidly. He couldn't hold back either, changing from lying down to kneeling, his hands gripping my waist tightly from behind, his lower body thrusting

forcefully, pounding into my honey hole repeatedly: "106! You really... are so easy to fuck!" He finally moved, and I stopped sitting on my buttocks, enjoying him fucking me from behind—my buttocks were sore from his thrusts, my labia were stretched numb, and inside my vagina, all the folds and fleshy parts felt like they were melting from the impact of his big, fleshy intestines: "Slap! Slap! Slap..."

"Ugh...!" He let out a harsh, guttural sound, and the man with the mustache suddenly pulled his penis out of his genitals, the glans poking wildly at my buttocks. After a few thrusts, he finally ejaculated in a torrent... Hot semen sprayed onto my buttocks, almost covering my entire bottom... The amount of semen he ejaculated was more concentrated and more abundant than what my grandfather and the other two had ejaculated...

He treated my buttocks like toilet paper, rubbing his glans with it for a long time before sitting back on the bed and pulling me into a hug from behind to rest: "Ugh, ugh..."

He had ejaculated, but I felt like I was only a tiny bit away from orgasm... Was it because I had betrayed morality and engaged in prostitution, and my mind and body were still unable to let go? Or is it that I've become too used to men ejaculating inside me lately, and then he pulls out halfway through, leaving me... feeling a sense of loss?

"Ah, ah... 106, you're truly one of the best women I've ever had!" The minister lingered, fondling my breasts with both hands: "These tits, these long legs, this tender and juicy pussy... even a thousand wouldn't be too much!"

My starry eyes were half-closed as I let him hold me, overwhelmed with mixed feelings... but then I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps ahead?

I opened my eyes again, and there before me stood a busty woman, arm in arm with a middle-aged man, walking into the room. Seeing me and the man with the mustache sitting naked on the bed, he exclaimed, "Oh! Sister, you're still working!"

The middle-aged man in the suit looked me up and down, then asked the busty woman, "Is she your roommate? Just like you said, she looks like that Taiwanese actress, Shan Cai."

I wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground! My first time... working as a prostitute, and I'd been caught red-handed by a busty woman and a complete stranger! But with the man with the mustache hugging me from behind, I had nowhere to escape. I could only lower my face in embarrassment and cover my face with my hair...

"Hey, bro, don't keep staring at me!" The busty girl patted the man's shoulder: "It's her first night out, she's shy!"

"It's okay! Look all you want!" The man with the mustache brushed my hair aside from behind, showing the man my extremely embarrassed profile, and said with a wicked grin, "Hey bro, you're interested in her? I'm done, you can come right away! I'm her pimp, I was just training her! Tonight is her first time officially taking customers, how about I serve you, bro?"

The man with the mustache had just finished with me, and he was already trying to get me customers? The man knew we'd just done something dirty; surely he wouldn't be tempted? And what about the busty girl? How could she let her customer be taken?

But I heard her say, completely unconcerned: "Hehe, if you want to patronize me, you can! She'll spend time with you first, and then I'll serve you the night!"

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly: "Okay." He then looked at the man with the mustache: "I also quite like that Shan Cai."

Without even asking my opinion, the man with the mustache made a deal with him: "Then, boss, tonight, you'll get to try this celebrity lookalike!"

He hugged me, exhausted from the act, and whispered in my ear: "Strike while the iron is hot! Let's officially take our first customer now!"

(To be continued)

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