working as a prostitute after marriage

I work as a prostitute. Of course, my husband can't know about this! I'm not uneducated; I have some education, a high school diploma. Actually, I was accepted into a university, but my family was too poor to afford it, so I had to work. Although there are government scholarships, there are far more applicants than available places. Only 100 places are allocated to an entire province; how could I possibly get one?
To cope with the situation at the time, I used the little money I had saved from working as a prostitute to buy a diploma from an obscure university. Although my husband was a graduate of a legitimate university, in my eyes he was just a bookworm! He was so easy to fool!
One good thing about my husband is that he doesn't mind that I'm poor. He once told me that as long as I'm a good person, an honest girl, and filial to my parents, that's enough.
Having been through countless romantic encounters, this was a piece of cake for me. I tried my best to act like a lady, and after a few rounds, I had this college graduate completely bewildered.
You could say that I was completely deceived into marrying my husband.
Your wedding day was truly magnificent!
Several luxury cars, a luxury hotel, and many people came to wish us well. Unfortunately, none of them were my relatives or friends; I didn't dare invite them.
On our wedding night, I tried my best to act like a virgin, moaning and whimpering under my husband's small penis, making him feel like he had conquered the whole world! Lying in my husband's arms, I thought: If only I were a college graduate, if only I were a proper lady...
Life after marriage was peaceful for a time. Although I didn't have a job, my husband didn't care. He could earn 4,000 yuan a month, which was enough to support me. But I didn't seize the opportunity and ruined my originally bright future.
First time: I stayed at home for a month. Although I had no worries about food, clothing, or money, I was very annoyed!
I don't dare invite my old friends over, and I certainly don't dare invite my old girlfriends over.
I'm going crazy because sex doesn't satisfy me!
I'm getting annoyed with this guy! All he does is go to work! When he gets home, he acts like a tyrant! During sex, there's practically no foreplay; he just comes in with his cock and thrusts in. Even prostitutes used to have some fancy moves! How come this guy doesn't even know that? I tried to subtly guide him, but he's like a block of wood, completely clueless, just making mumbled "oh," "um," and "ah" sounds. He's a complete idiot!
Six months later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally called one of my old clients from the past... "Hello? Is this Mr. Chen? This is Pingping. Do you remember me?" I asked in a coquettish voice.
A familiar Cantonese accent came from the other end of the phone: "Pingping? Oh! Pingping! I've been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?! I went to the bar where you used to work as a hostess and they said you've reformed! You're married! I almost died laughing!"
I got angry when I heard that: "What the hell are you talking about! Am I not allowed to get married?! Forget it! Forget it! I was planning to rekindle our old flame today! I'm angry! Forget it!" After saying that, I was about to hang up the phone.
A man's anxious voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Oh no! Pingping, I was just kidding! Don't hang up!"
Actually, I was just trying to annoy this old man from Guangdong, so I quickly turned back to him: "Old Chen, you haven't worn any other shoes in the past six months? You're kidding me!"
Mr. Chen said, "You wouldn't believe me if I hadn't tried other shoes, but I've tried several pairs! They're either too big or too small! I miss you! These shoes are the perfect fit for my feet! Pingping, where are you now? I'll drive over and pick you up right away."
Mr. Chen and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the Asahi Cabaret. When I arrived, Mr. Chen was anxiously pacing outside the car. When he saw me, he was like seeing his own mother. He ran over and hugged me, and we were about to do it in the middle of the street!
I shoved him away and said, "Are you kidding me?! Get in the car!" Mr. Chen kept telling me about all the new things they'd added, and how the girls at some places had changed—basically, things that happened within their circle. He drove the car to the underground parking lot of the Crescent Moon Hotel.
Back in the day, Mr. Chen and I often came here for a room. The environment was nice, and the staff were professional. I was in a good mood revisiting this place today. Mr. Chen put his chubby hand around me and said, "Pingping, I missed you so much! If you stopped playing here, I'd want to cut off my own penis!"
I turned to look at him, and sneered, "Come on! You're going to cut off your penis? If you cut it off, I'll just plug my ass and never poop again!"
Mr. Chen chuckled, "Pingping, why are you so angry? I was just joking. Actually, let's not talk about each other. We're all here to have fun. If your husband had a big dick and made you act like a slut all the time, you wouldn't call me, would you?"
"Oh! You're quite the guesser, aren't you? Old Chen, I'm not here to mess with you today. I just want to chat with you, nothing more, okay?" I deliberately teased him.
Sure enough, Old Chen got a little anxious: "Pingping, please don't do this, okay? I haven't touched a woman for days, and my penis gets itchy every night! You're such a good girl."
I burst out laughing.
In a standard room at the Crescent Moon Hotel, the curtains were drawn even in broad daylight. I sat on the bed, while Old Chen stood on the floor, and I tried my best to suck and play with Old Chen's large penis. Generally speaking, southerners' penises are relatively small, but Old Chen was an exception; his penis was huge and thick, many times larger than my husband's tiny peanut!
Old Chen, with his eyes slightly closed, pressed my head down and whispered to me, "Ping... oh... your job is still the best... ah... the other day I found a new girl, only 18... I was hoping to play with a fresh and tender one... but that girl's job was too rough... she sucked for more than half an hour... oh... my penis still wouldn't get hard!!... She wasn't tired, but I was!... Oh!..."
Mr. Chen took his penis out of my mouth, gave it a good rub, then stood with one foot on the ground and the other straddling the bed, pointing to his own buttocks and saying, "Come on! Add another pound!"
I looked up at him and said, "Mr. Chen, is it the original price?"
Old Chen was clearly getting anxious: "You old hag! Stop talking nonsense! I guarantee I'll give you the money! I'm on fire here!" He then pointed to his own buttocks: "Hurry up! Add weight! Add weight!"
I got off the bed, knelt between Mr. Chen's outstretched legs, and spread his fleshy buttocks apart with my hands, revealing a smelly, black anus. I spat on his anus first, and then stuck out my tongue and licked it.
Mr. Chen wiggled his hips comfortably while vigorously stroking his large penis with his hand, humming and saying, "Ah! That's really good!... Ah!!... So good!... Pingping!... This is your specialty!... Oh!... So good!..."
For regular customers, the masseuse usually only works around the anus and rarely sticks her tongue inside. But Mr. Chen is a regular customer, and we all know him well. In the past, when I added weight for him, I always licked inside his anus. This time was no exception, so I simply put my mouth over Mr. Chen's anus and licked it as hard as I could, pushing my tongue in as hard as I could.
Old Chen cried out "Oh!" "Oh!" as he vigorously stroked his large penis, which suddenly became very thick! Old Chen quickly put his legs off the bed, then grabbed my hair with one hand, tilting my face up, and thrust his large penis head directly into my mouth, stroking it hard twice. He yelled "Oh!!" and ejaculated thick semen with a "sizzle!" "sizzle!" I tried to open my mouth wide to catch it, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful.
When people visit prostitutes, it's rare for them to ejaculate inside a condom; almost all of them ejaculate into the prostitute's mouth, and the man has to watch her swallow the semen. This has become a custom.
Old Chen watched as I swallowed all his semen, let out a long, comfortable sigh, and said to me, "Come on, let's go wash up."
Mr. Chen and I washed ourselves thoroughly and then went back to bed. Mr. Chen hugged me and first said some lewd things to me, such as penis, asshole, and slut. Then he pinched my nipple with his hand and sucked on it hard.
Old Chen never kisses me on the lips because he thinks my mouth is too dirty, even though I've rinsed my mouth several times since I gained weight.
After playing for a while, Old Chen spread his legs, and I knelt between them and started sucking on his penis. Although Old Chen had just ejaculated, his penis immediately became erect under my careful sucking. I diligently moved my head up and down, sucking on his penis with my mouth. Old Chen still wasn't satisfied, so he lifted his buttocks and gently thrust against it, filling the room with the sounds of me sucking on his big penis: "Hiss!" "No!"...
Old Chen's cock is really good. After sucking for a while, the precum inside his cock started gushing out. Mixed with my saliva, it quickly became very slippery. As Old Chen continued, he talked to me, "Oh!... Ping... Pingping's skills are really good!... Oh!... Oh!..."
Mr. Chen let me suckle enough, then rolled over, mounted me, and thrust his big cock into me. Wow! So satisfying! Much more satisfying than my husband's little peanut! I cried out in ecstatic joy, "Oh!...Darling husband!...Oh! Good husband!...Ah!...Ah!...So good!...So good!"
Mr. Chen, roused by my moans, also displayed his prowess, panting as he thrust vigorously, saying, "Oh!...Good...good baby!...Still so wanton!...Ah!...Really...oh!"
Mr. Chen straddled me, grabbed my breasts, and vigorously kneaded them. After playing for a while, Mr. Chen put me in a position where he was "taking fire from behind," and then he manipulated me from behind. The head of his thick penis scraped against my vagina, making me feel incredibly good!
Mr. Chen said to me, "Pingping, your vagina is still so tight!"
I turned around and said, "My deadbeat husband has absolutely no taste for women. His penis is so thin, like a peanut. I can't feel anything at all. He comes in after just a couple of strokes! He's so annoying!"
Mr. Chen laughed and said, "Is that even a man? It's a complete waste of resources! But it's fine this way, I can have them all, haha!"
I spat at him and said, "Pah! Fuck you!" Mr. Chen then got all worked up again.
After a while, Mr. Chen happily pulled his penis out and thrust it hard into my anus, startling me. I turned around and said, "You rascal! You haven't changed this habit yet?! It's always the same!"
Mr. Chen chuckled foolishly and said, "Hehe, I can't help it! I was watching your asshole wiggle from behind, and it got so tantalizing! I had to fuck it!"
I said, "Fuck you! If you keep going like this, you'll get AIDS soon! You'll die!"
Mr. Chen laughed and said, "Don't be fooled by my lack of condoms when I have anal sex. I've heard that if you have anal sex with every prostitute, you're more likely to get that disease. If you only have sex with one, you're guaranteed not to get it!"
I sneered, "You think you're so well-behaved? You haven't fucked another prostitute's ass in the last six months? You're kidding me!"
Mr. Chen seemed a little anxious and hurriedly said, "Pingping, I swear! I really haven't fucked any other assholes. Those girls are all frisky and won't let you fuck them at all. I still prefer you!"
I ignored him and continued playing with him.
The thick cock was pounding away in my little asshole, making "plop!" "plop!" sounds so good. Mr. Chen's glans was huge, and when he tried to pull it out, he couldn't pull it out completely. He had to pull it out halfway before inserting it back in. The big cock head scraped against the tender flesh inside my asshole, making me feel incredibly good.
What pleasure can a woman get from having her anus fucked? It's like taking a dump and then sitting back down. This kind of play is just for men's amusement. Watching the woman under them suck their big cock with her anus, the discomfort is intense. The anus is definitely tighter, and the man's cock can feel a tighter squeeze.
Sure enough, Mr. Chen only thrust a few dozen times before panting, which was a sign of impending ejaculation. I quickly and forcefully clenched my anus, and Mr. Chen just let out two dry howls of "Oh!" before ejaculating, his big cock spewing all its contents into my anus.
After Mr. Chen pulled his penis out, I plugged my anus with two fingers and said, "You bastard! Why did you ejaculate inside?!"
Mr. Chen smiled comfortably and said, "It's too late."
I waddled into the bathroom to take a shower.
Old Chen took me home late at night. I went straight to bed when I got home and didn't even know my husband had come back.
The second time I slept with Lao Chen, he gave me 200 yuan, which I kept safe.
Life went on as usual, without any joy. I was depressed all day, and when I was really at my wit's end, I would masturbate. But masturbation couldn't solve the problem. So I had no choice but to call Old Chen again.
Old Chen was happy to come out with me again, and we all had a great time. Old Chen gave me 200 yuan. After the first two experiences, we started going out more often, every few days. Old Chen was quite happy about it, since it was less likely to get into trouble when he was hanging out with a woman he knew well.
My relationship with Lao Chen lasted for about six months, and I don't know which time it was before something happened. At first, I felt an itching sensation inside, then it spread to my anus, and I knew something was wrong. I immediately went to get tested, and sure enough, I had a sexually transmitted disease. Coincidentally, I had just had sex with my husband a few days ago, and he got infected too!
My husband, enraged, beat me severely! I honestly didn't realize this bookworm had such strength. My ribs were broken, and two of my teeth were knocked out. Under his violence, I told him everything that had happened to me in the past. My husband beat me like a madman, and I was terrified.
My husband made me kneel on the ground and recount in detail how I used to play with his clients, what tricks they used, and every single experience. At first, I refused to say anything, but he beat me relentlessly, even hitting me on the head with a glass ashtray, leaving a huge gash. I was terrified, so I had no choice but to stammeringly recount how the clients had treated me.
After I finished speaking, I was surprised to find that my husband's penis was erect! Sure enough, after my husband quickly treated my wound, he dragged me into the bedroom and made me gain 3 pounds in one go! I licked his anus over and over again until it lost its flavor!
My husband tied me to the headboard, my legs spread wide, and then mounted me again and again, ejaculating all his semen into my mouth, just like when I'm a prostitute. He'd rest when he got tired, and then continue when he woke up. I don't know how many times he did it to me, but he was no longer the same person he used to be. Although it was still the same penis, it was terrifyingly hard! He could last for over an hour on me at a time! Then he'd turn me over, tie me up, and fuck my anus, probably seven or eight times! Even when I'm a prostitute, I don't do that! In short, I was completely dazed by him.
It was three days later when I came out of the bedroom. In those three days, I hadn't had a bowel movement or a urination, and I hadn't eaten or drunk anything. I was completely exhausted.
My husband placed the divorce papers in front of me, and I pressed my fingerprint on them with trembling hands. Then my husband kicked me out of the house without giving me a single penny or a piece of clothing.
Finally, I went to my neighbor's house and called Old Chen. He came to pick me up. Seeing me like this, Old Chen got really angry! His eyes were red as he said, "You damn stinking scholar! You wait! I'll get someone to cripple him right now! Chop off his dick!"
I said weakly, "Never mind, never mind. Actually, thinking about it, I was the one who lied to him first. Maybe I'm just destined to be a prostitute!..."
More than half a year later, I was still entertaining guests at the nightclub every day, only occasionally thinking about this short marriage of a few months, and occasionally glancing at him when I happened to be passing by.

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