First time looking for a prostitute

First Time Visiting a Prostitute

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Normally, people like us with this kind of work rarely have social engagements, so there's no way we'd visit prostitutes. But this kind of good fortune still happened to me, twice in fact. Both times, it was because I was staying overnight in the area, and
the boss who asked me to do this for him, worried I wouldn't sleep well—I'd only been married a short time—specially arranged for his driver to accompany me to find prostitutes. To be honest, I love my wife very much, but in this situation, I think any normal man would be tempted, and I was no exception.

The first prostitute, because of my lack of experience and being my first time, was a bit nervous, and I wasn't very satisfied with the one I found.
I prefer women who are mature, tall, and voluptuous, but unfortunately, this woman didn't meet any of my expectations.

She wasn't tall, her skin wasn't fair, and her breasts were small—when I chose her, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress, which made them look large—unfortunately, I only discovered these things after she was undressed. I was very disappointed; I didn't even get an erection while showering with her. In bed, I hugged her, trying to caress her like I would with my wife, but I was immediately even more disappointed: her skin wasn't smooth, and she had a strange smell, as if it were made of rubber. I sucked on her nipples, which resembled pencil erasers, barely managing to get an erection before penetrating her. Thankfully, her vagina was fairly tight. Initially, there wasn't much lubrication, but with my thrusting, it gradually became more moist, and she began to breathe rapidly.
I asked her why she wasn't moaning, and she said that moaning didn't necessarily mean she could perform—what kind of talk is that? Although I was very annoyed, I thought this was the second woman I'd slept with, so I patiently tried several positions, including woman-on-top and rear-entry. After a few positions, I ejaculated, without any particular sensation. As soon as I got off her, she immediately went to the bathroom to wash, as if my penis was exceptionally dirty, which made me even more annoyed. After
resting for a while, I thought that since this was my first time with a prostitute, I should at least do it again, so I pulled her over and penetrated her directly. She was startled and initially tried to resist, but after a few thrusts, she went limp, and her vaginal fluids gushed out, noticeably more than the first time. Having only done it once before, my endurance was greatly enhanced, and I thrust for over ten minutes before

ejaculating. Afterward, I felt an extreme emptiness. I immediately thought of my wife, my heart filled with guilt. To make myself feel better, I sent the prostitute home to sleep and fell into a deep sleep alone in the messy room.
The feeling of guilt was particularly strong, as it was my first time having sex with another woman. When I got home, I was incredibly anxious, terrified that my sensitive wife would smell another woman on me—even though I showered repeatedly in the hotel. Finally, it turned out I was just being paranoid; my wife didn't notice anything amiss, and that night we made love passionately.

Several months passed quickly. I received a call from that boss and returned to the small town on the outskirts of the city. Just like before, he arranged for his driver to find prostitutes for me all over the place. That's how men are; despite feeling guilty and uneasy about their wives, they can't resist the temptations of the bright lights and bustling streets. With this complex mix of emotions, I scrutinized each of the prostitutes passing by.

As it turned out, I spotted a girl in white, beautiful and with a particularly good figure. Her breasts and buttocks bulged out of her clothes, as if afraid no one would see them. I immediately chose her.

Just like last time, the driver arranged our accommodation and left immediately, leaving only her and me in the room.
She skillfully went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and then asked me to come in and shower together. I didn't want to see her body all at once, so I told her to shower first. She was slightly surprised, but still obediently went to shower by herself.

I idly flipped through the TV channels, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, feeling no excitement. After a while, she came out, wrapped in a white bath towel. The towel was too small, leaving half of her breasts exposed, plump and full.
She noticed my gaze and seemed a little embarrassed.

I quickly came out of the shower. For some reason, I didn't strip naked like those lecherous men, but remained fully clothed. She was a little surprised, already covered by the sheet, but still warmly invited me to bed. I didn't want to make the atmosphere too explicit, so I slowly undressed while talking to her about TV, as if she were truly my lover. But this effort shattered as I crawled under the sheets. Her already naked body coiled around me like a snake, her full, firm breasts instantly igniting all my desire. I pushed her down, and she immediately kissed my lips, her tongue almost entirely inside my mouth, vigorously exploring. I reached out to knead her breasts, and she cooperated by arching her body upwards, pressing her breasts tightly against my palms, her nipples hard against me. After kissing for a while, I lowered my head to kiss her breasts, and she immediately moaned, her voice soft and pleasant. As I kissed her, she grasped my penis and skillfully began to stroke it. I couldn't take it anymore and quickly pushed her away, saying, "No need." She laughed, got up, made me lie down, and then brought her face close to my genitals, beginning to give me oral sex.

To be honest, my wife has never given me oral sex, so this was the first time I'd ever experienced my penis being held by a woman's soft, moist lips. Her mouth was like a warm ring encircling my penis, sliding up and down while constantly licking the glans with her tongue—the feeling was indescribable. After sucking my penis for a while, she moved on to sucking my testicles. Although it wasn't as ecstatic as some novels describe, watching a young, beautiful woman so diligently sucking my erect penis was extremely stimulating. I soon became unbearably aroused, so I pushed her away, spread her legs, and thrust in. She cried out, her hands gripping my back tightly. I held her waist, thrusting without a care—she's a prostitute, so I didn't care if I hurt her—and she started making hoarse, rapid, panting moans, her face shaking. Perhaps it was the intense stimulation of the oral sex earlier, or perhaps it was the unrestrained, vigorous thrusting that I couldn't bear, but I reached orgasm after only a few dozen thrusts. As I forcefully ejaculated, she held my head, her tongue darting into my ear and licking it frantically. After a long while, I calmed down, a emptiness washing over me after the desire subsided. I comforted myself that at least I had achieved something, and then went to sleep alone.

-The End-

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