A Sex Rogue's True Account

????????Several years ago, in the warm spring of March, the dreaded SARS epidemic disrupted people's lives. Those living in Beijing, a heavily affected area, suffered even more, enduring immense hardship. Before the May Day holiday, my anxious heart, along with the rapidly spreading SARS epidemic, had already flown to all parts of the country. More than ten days prior, I had begun contacting friends in various places, hoping that under their protection during the May Day holiday, I could escape the hustle and bustle and reconnect with nature. I wanted to go to a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, bathed in spring sunshine, to regroup and rejuvenate, to relieve the pent-up frustration of the past few days.

However, unfortunate news followed one after another. The reason was simple: all entertainment venues were closed to prevent SARS, people from Beijing were quarantined, and hotels and restaurants refused to accommodate them. My boiling heart instantly turned to ice. What to do? Without the support of my local friends, could I still go? This was a rare opportunity for a long holiday, one I hadn't had in years; it would be such a pity to give it up. Although my heart was cold, my thoughts were still fiercely battling. So what if it was SARS? So what if a few hundred people died? What's so scary about that? It didn't even kill as many people as traffic accidents during the same period. Humanity survives and develops through challenges, and a person's life will have countless challenges; this is just another one. My friends who originally planned to go with me all backed out, turning our group trip into a solo adventure. My planned trip to Northeast China (the girls there are beautiful, gentle, and generous) fell through; the security situation there is complicated, and it's not suitable for one person. Now, I have no choice but to travel alone, heading to Yangzhou in the third month of spring (the Jiangnan region has always been known for its beautiful scenery, mountains, and people). The five-day itinerary is already imprinted in my mind: Panzhuang in Tianjin, Dezhou, Tai'an, Xuzhou, Huai'an (formerly Huaiyin), Yangzhou, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and on the way back, Yixing, Nanjing, Hefei, Xuzhou, and Jinan. Of course, I might not be able to visit all the listed cities due to the severity of the epidemic, but they are all places I want to go.

I started secretly preparing even before the holiday started. First, I went to Xidan Bookstore to buy a 2002 edition of a traffic map. Then, I went to a repair shop to maintain my two-year-old BMW (excuse my poor appearance; it's actually a decent Volkswagen Santana). Finally, I persuaded my wife to let me go back to her parents' home in Miyun for the holidays. With everything prepared, at noon on the 30th, I embarked on my arduous journey south.

Before setting off, I was fully prepared, having considered various factors, including a day's worth of water, dry food, and a military overcoat for the night. The weather that day was excellent, with a pleasant temperature; I was pleased to have such a good day.

When I exited the Jingtang Expressway at Yangcun and turned onto the Beiyang Highway, I saw checkpoints along the way. Police officers and people in white coats were stopping passing vehicles. Although they didn't stop every car, they still gave Beijing license plates a second look, making me quite uneasy. I didn't care about any of that and sped off towards Panzhuang.

It was past 2 PM when I arrived in Panzhuang. Without hesitation, I went into a fairly large bathhouse, only to be refused service by the security guards, who claimed my car came from the military district. They were very polite, but wouldn't let me park. I tried another bathhouse, but got the same treatment. What to do after such a bad start? I couldn't leave empty-handed. I parked in an inconspicuous spot in front of a bank (credit union) in town and walked to a decent-looking restaurant (named "Smooth Sailing"). This place was different. Several pretty girls swarmed around me, practically ready to devour me (probably due to the SARS outbreak and slow business). I felt like I'd found my home, adopting a god-like attitude, and after some picking and choosing, I selected a 19-year-old girl from Tangshan. She was average-looking and of medium build, but what was striking were her prominent "headlights"—they looked so tempting, and I knew they would feel amazing to touch. In the back room, after a flurry of undressing, washing, touching, rubbing, and licking, we finally got down to business. The girl from Tangshan said we could do it without a condom, but I dared not. So she had to go to another room naked to get a condom.

I stopped all entertainment in April, initially because I was busy, and later, when I had time, all the places I could go were closed. Today, I was determined to indulge myself and have some fun. I had her kneel by the bed while I stood on the floor and did it from behind, so I could touch her while I did it, enjoying both from above and below. I wasn't seeing things; those irresistible breasts were full but not loose, with nipples the size of soybeans and pale pink areolas—pleasing to the eye and to the touch. Her pubic hair was sparse and pale yellow, and her labia majora were full and protruding, shaped like steamed buns; you could barely see her labia minora unless you parted them. I was secretly delighted; women like this are rare in Beijing. If she had better looks and some expert training, she might become a sex symbol. Heaven truly has eyes; hard work pays off. The feeling of penetration was also good; the vaginal walls were smooth and soft, not too loose, and the friction of my penis inside felt very pleasurable. After only a few thrusts, she started moaning, clearly faking it, and not even a proper one. Having worked in the sex industry for years, I never cared about the woman's feelings, only my own satisfaction and cost-effectiveness. Getting a woman to orgasm was practically a pipe dream. In my experience, a woman can only orgasm in three situations (provided she has a good impression of you and your skills are good): first, her libido is highest before the red light but business is slow, so she wants to release some tension; second, a married woman is new to the job and hasn't gotten into character yet; third, you have a magnificent penis that makes her irresistibly aroused.

Seeing that she was young and tired of kneeling, I got on the bed and changed to a normal position to continue thrusting. Lying on top of her, with my arms around her shoulders, my chest pressed against her large breasts, the feeling was indescribable. To save time, I thrust quickly, all the way in, the room filled with shouts. Just as she was becoming increasingly aroused and her juices were flowing freely, I fired the first shot of my southward journey. I breathed a sigh of relief; the gloom of the past few days vanished with the sound of gunfire.

I checked my watch—it was past 3:30. After paying the 80 yuan "firework fee," I drove off without looking back (afraid they'd see it was a Beijing car and try to extort money from me). I took Jinzhong Road onto the North Outer Ring Road and then onto the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway via Jinghai.

Around 6:00, I entered Dezhou city, thankfully without encountering any checkpoints. After circling the main streets a few times, my heart sank again. All the decent hotels and saunas were closed, and the few that were open were deserted. What to do? I changed my route and headed for Jinan. It was almost dark when I arrived in Jinan. I exited at the North Exit and took the North Ring Road auxiliary road to find an entrance into the city. But Jinan was much stricter than Dezhou; all the intersections were heavily guarded. I dared not force my way through, and fearing quarantine if I accepted a check, I had no choice but to continue east along the auxiliary road (I encountered bridge construction, heavy traffic, and poor road conditions). Near the southeast corner of the city, I finally found a weak point in the defenses and slipped into the city under the cover of darkness. The city center was too big to be in, so I headed west along Jingshi Road, keeping an eye on the hotels and saunas on either side. I finally arrived at the Qilu Hotel (a four-star hotel I'd stayed at before, with all the amenities) at the foot of Thousand Buddha Mountain, ready to set up camp. There were quite a few cars in front, mostly from Shandong province. To be safe, I parked my car behind a pile of construction materials between the main and auxiliary buildings, blocking my license plate. Upon entering the lobby, I learned that they were only letting guests out, closing for the May Day holiday.

I hadn't settled in yet, and I still had to move around, but I couldn't drive. I took a taxi to the Shanqing Hotel opposite Shandong University of Traditional Chinese Medicine (according to online reviews). Like the Qilu Hotel, they weren't accepting new guests, but the sauna sign was still there. A full bath was only 58 yuan – incredibly cheap! Delighted, I took the elevator to the second-floor sauna area, where I was greeted with smiles by the staff, which offered some comfort. While changing, the waiter introduced the sauna's services and prices. The full special service (ice and fire, massage, oil massage, sex, private room fee, tip) was 350 yuan. After enjoying the sauna for a while, I finished the 58 yuan service and went to the rest area. There weren't many people there; judging from their voices, they were a few from Guangdong. I called over a waiter and told him I wanted the full special service, and that the girl needed to be skilled, pretty, and preferably a local. He nodded and left without a word. The hall wasn't big, with maybe twenty beds, dim lighting, and a rear-projection TV. A few minutes later, the waiter brought a key and opened a small door leading from the hall to the corridor, leading me to a very secluded private room. Before leaving, he took my phone, saying it was sauna policy. The girl was young and of average appearance, carrying a small bag, and smiled as she entered. She was from Weifang, Shandong, and spoke with a charming Jiaodong accent, which basically met my requirements, so I didn't bother to choose another girl.

We both undressed. I lay on the bed, leisurely smoking, while the woman began her work, following the prescribed procedure flawlessly. Since she performed oral sex, we couldn't chat. I could only occasionally poke her vagina, rub her breasts, and pat her buttocks with my fingers—I was in a great mood. She was quite voluptuous, with large breasts, but her areolas were darkened and her nipples protruded due to her profession. She was very dedicated, constantly moving back and forth, and after a few sessions, she was already panting. The massage for my penis was done in the so-called 69 position. I had the opportunity to observe her genitals; her pubic hair was sparse, just enough to cover her mons pubis. I carefully parted her labia majora and minora, smelling them—no odor, the outside a bit darker, the inside still pink. I applied some oil to my hands and gently rubbed it. She seemed uncomfortable, pushing my penis against her breasts with force. The sensation was indeed extraordinary, as if my penis had grown considerably. Before I knew it, she had put a condom on my penis and started performing oral sex. She licked lightly and sucked tightly, her movements rhythmic and controlled, and I felt a surge of ecstasy. In my haste, I used my fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina, and soon her juices flowed between my fingers onto my palm. The moment was right, and without a word, I pushed her down onto the bed, mounted her, and began my vigorous thrusting. She was very obedient, breathing heavily without a sound, staring blankly at me, letting me do as I pleased. The gun went off, and I collapsed onto her. After a while, she patted my greasy back and said with a smile, "It's almost time." Exhausted,

I rolled off her (I didn't even have the strength to crawl), my heart pounding and melancholy. She got up, dressed, and cleaned up the mess. The phone on the wall rang, and after answering it, she said, "It's time. Do you want to call another one? Three hundred for the whole package."

I barely managed to lift my head, still half-asleep, and looked at her, saying, "People from Shandong are so honest! Do they work themselves to death without a care?"

She laughed heartily, hugged me, kissed me, and whispered, "You're amazing.

" Then, smiling, she picked up her bag and left. That "You're amazing" was both a consolation and a farewell.

The next morning, I went to the bar to pay. The manager first asked if I was satisfied with the service. I said it was very good. He then said, "If you're not satisfied with the service, you can report it, and you can get a free meal." I was taken aback, thinking: Shandong's sex industry has surpassed societal development and is at the forefront of China's industry. Because there were few people, the private room was free, and tea and drinks were also free, totaling 400 yuan. Before leaving, the manager gave me a VIP card, saying, "When you come again, you can enjoy all the services in the sauna for 400 yuan with this card." Yes, such a reasonable price and such excellent service—why wouldn't I come back? It

was not yet nine o'clock when I left the Shanqing Hotel. I had breakfast along the way and walked back to the Qilu Hotel (two bus stops away). The car was still there, so I quickly lowered my head, got in, and drove off. Heading west along Jingshi Road, I rejoined the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway.

An hour later, I reached the Taishan exit. Turning onto the ramp, I saw a long line of cars at the tollbooth, with several police officers and security guards directing traffic. I stopped to ask, and was told that Beijing vehicles weren't allowed to exit into the city; to exit, I had to go 30 kilometers to Ciyang. Seeing this, I turned around and continued south, heading straight for Xuzhou (after Tai'an, I switched to the Beijing-Fuzhou Expressway). I experienced firsthand the difficulty of getting into the city. While driving, I contacted friends in Jiangsu and learned that most of the patients in Jiangsu had come from Beijing. One case in Xuzhou was a female kindergarten teacher in her thirties who had returned to her hometown of Xuzhou to seek refuge and fell ill. Therefore, the roads were heavily blocked, making it very difficult to enter Xuzhou. What to do? If the city was no longer an option, I'd try the countryside. I immediately decided to make a major change to my itinerary.

I had heard that the restaurant street at the Jiangsu-Shandong border of National Highway 104 had many attractions, popular with people from Zaozhuang and Xuzhou. Since I was passing through, I decided to give it a try.

The Shandong section of the Beijing-Fuzhou Expressway is open to traffic, while the Jiangsu section is still under construction. Not far from the expressway exit is National Highway 104.

I easily found the legendary restaurant street, and it truly lived up to its name. Restaurants lined both sides of the boundary marker, mostly newly built bungalows with front shops and back yards. I could vaguely see girls working there. There were also saunas, hair salons, and karaoke bars—a truly lawless place. I found a restaurant with a sauna and drove in, parking behind a dilapidated tractor. The owner rushed over to greet me, not caring where the car was from. Business was slow in the afternoon. Several girls were playing cards, and they all put down their cards and stood up when a customer arrived. The owner was very straightforward, immediately asking if I wanted to eat or play first.

I said, "I'll play while I wash, then eat. "

The owner said, "Choose what you want; everything's here. Just tell me what you want to eat, and you can eat when you're done playing."

I glanced around and spotted two girls, one big and one small. Thinking I couldn't get into the city, I figured I might as well stay here all night. The older one was more durable, so I'd save him for tonight and go for the younger one first. I told the owner I wanted the younger one. I ordered stir-fried Weishan Lake shrimp and spicy chicken, smiled back at the older one, and went into the sauna. The sauna's facilities were a bit lacking, not comparable to those in the city, but it had all the necessary amenities.

First a shower, then a steam room, soap and rinsing—the service from the girl was quite attentive. She was about 1.6 meters tall, thin with long legs, and nice skin, though her breasts were small. She didn't have any pubic hair yet, and probably weighed less than 90 pounds—clearly a virgin. When I entered the private room, my penis was already hard. I gestured for her to give me oral sex, but she absolutely refused, saying she'd never done it before. She then lay down with her legs spread, waiting for me to get on top. I asked where the condoms were. She said she'd forgotten to bring them. Luckily, I had some condoms in my wallet, otherwise all my efforts would have been in vain. After taking out the condom and putting it on, I felt that she wasn't wet yet, so I teased her with my hands up and down until she was a little wet before I inserted myself. Her vagina was very tight, tighter than I had imagined. She was afraid to fight back against my advances, constantly shrinking back, afraid that I would go in too deep. Actually, I had only gone in halfway. I grabbed her buttocks and pushed hard, and finally, I was all the way in. After thrusting for a while, she became wetter and relaxed, and gradually got into the swing of things. Her tight vagina felt really good. I asked her how it felt. She said it felt uncomfortable inside. I asked her again if it felt good. She said it didn't feel good, and it hurt a little when I went in too deep. I added some shaking while thrusting, trying to widen her vagina, but she kept crying out in pain. Sigh! She's all show and no substance. I regretted choosing the wrong person. I lost interest in sex, and ejaculation became my only goal. I sped up, but she still showed no sign of coming. I said, "Lie down and I'll go in from behind." She shook her head and said no. I said that way I'd be out faster, and then we could go eat. She agreed to try. I helped her get into position, and it was easy to penetrate her from behind. Practicing while lying face down wasn't ideal; the angle was too shallow, and it wasn't very satisfying, but the gentle slapping of my lower abdomen against her soft buttocks was still quite pleasant and stimulating. Seeing that she was comfortable, I slowly bent my legs and straddled her, leaning back and holding her hips with both hands. This was much deeper and more comfortable than lying face down. The tight vagina, ample lubrication, and unconventional movements created a unique sensation. To ensure we could continue the battle that night, I didn't linger and quickly finished before heading out for dinner.

The restaurant owner saw me and said, "Wow, you're really something! The food's already cold, and you're only coming out now. I thought you were about to go crazy!"

I laughed and said, "Once you're on the horse, you have to go crazy. If you don't, you're not a man. A man can't do anything else, but he can do this. We'll continue after we've eaten." I amused

the owner, and he said, "If you want to do it, just book one for tonight. You can leave tomorrow when you're done."

The owner's words were exactly what I wanted. I pretended to ask him if it was safe. He said everything was fine, and that the overnight stay at a farmhouse in the mountains would be even better.

I said okay. I immediately made a verbal agreement with the owner. Feeling much more at ease with a place to stay for the night, I checked the time and went to sleep in the hostess's room.

When I woke up, it was almost dark. There were very few cars on the national highway, and the restaurants were deserted, lacking their usual bustle. With nothing to do, I would go and chat with the proprietress and the girls. I quickly found common ground with them and learned that the girl I slept with that afternoon was named Guoguo. She was eighteen years old and born in the Year of the Tiger. She was still a virgin when she came to the shop. She had lost her virginity a week ago by someone from the Yicheng District Court in Zaozhuang. Now she only slept with older women and not younger ones. I figured she hadn't taken many customers. The older girl I liked was from the suburbs of Xuzhou. Her name was Meimei, and her surname was Xu. She looked older but was actually only 22 years old and born in the Year of the Dog. She had been there for half a year. She had a good temperament and was very flirtatious. When she dressed up, she looked very presentable. She was the kind of woman that men would want to sleep with. She was not only the star of the shop but also famous in the whole street. It was said that repeat customers would rather wait in line than go to someone else.

For dinner, I ordered stewed catfish, a huge pot of fish and soup, which Meimei and I couldn't finish. Just after nine o'clock, the owner came to urge us, saying it was time to go up the mountain, and the price was the same whether we went early or late, so why dawdle? I grabbed my laptop and a few drinks from the car, and found a towel to cover the license plate, then rode the owner's motorcycle up the mountain. The small courtyard on the mountain wasn't far from the road, only two or three kilometers away, on a hillside. There were several courtyards in a row, all used by the restaurant for overnight guests. The dogs were barking before we even entered the courtyard; it looked a bit desolate. The main house was locked, probably where the owner lived, and the three east-facing side rooms were the brothels. Seeing my hesitation, the owner said, "Don't worry, I've been doing this for almost ten years, I absolutely guarantee your safety." He made some simple arrangements, and before leaving, he gave me a key, saying, "The road is easier to travel during the day, you can go down the mountain yourselves after you get up." I nodded in agreement.

Listening to him lock the door and the motorcycle drive away, I thought, "Let it be, it's not a big deal."

When I entered the room, Meimei was already naked and on the bed. I said, "You're in such a hurry!"

She said, "All the other guests are like this, aren't you anxious?"

I said, "I'm not in a hurry. I already had my turn this afternoon, I can still handle it. I'll slowly cook the porridge, you'd better be prepared."

She smiled without saying a word, her face full of doubt and disdain. I was too lazy to pay attention to her, it was pointless to say anything now, we'd see what she was made of on the bed.

I walked around the yard, surveyed the terrain, and adjusted to the environment before taking off my clothes and getting on the bed, suddenly pouncing on her. She grabbed my penis and started stroking it, moaning and twisting her body. She's not old, but she's definitely sexy. I'm not afraid of being sexy, I'm afraid of encountering someone like Guoguo from this afternoon, tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

Her initiative also aroused my emotions. I pressed her down, kissing her, kneading her, arching her legs, attacking her key parts. Soon she was moaning loudly, and there was a lot of water. I ignored her requests to penetrate and continued playing with me until I also felt my penis getting hard and couldn't take it anymore, then I asked her to get a condom. She grabbed a handful (five or six) of cheap condoms from her small bag and stuffed them under the pillow, glancing at me sideways and saying, "Is this enough?"

She was so arrogant, practically challenging me! I sneered and said, "I don't need that many, one is enough. As long as you can hold on, you'll graduate. If you can't, you'll have to go to the blacksmith to temper it."

I took out the Durex condoms I had prepared, put them on, and asked her, "Ladies first, tell me, how do I do it?"

A few words really stunned her. She said shyly, "Come on, anything is fine, I'll serve you well, big brother." Saying that, she pulled me onto her body.

My penis instinctively found the opening, and with the help of the water, I inserted it all the way in, then after it was tight, I just rocked it without inserting, figuring out her depth and tightness first, so I could take control and do what I wanted. Don't let her promiscuity fool you. Even though she's used a lot and her lower body is worn out, my penis doesn't feel loose at all when I'm inside her. She's young, from a working-class background, and her daily walking exercise means the wear and tear isn't very noticeable.

Meimei is only a little over 1.5 meters tall, with well-proportioned limbs, fair skin, a small, chubby frame, a high nose, a pert mouth, and a pair of alluring eyes. Yes, she has the confidence to challenge men, which is why she dares to be so arrogant. I'll have to test her skills in bed first.

Before I could even decide how to proceed, she started moving wildly beneath me, twisting and lifting her hips, kicking her legs, pressing my back down with her hands, moaning and cursing. I was a little surprised. How long could she last like that? Wouldn't she be exhausted after a night of this? I knew what I was doing. You go ahead and be promiscuous, I'll do mine. Knowing I wouldn't ejaculate anytime soon, I patiently waited for my turn. After only ten minutes, before I even felt anything, she was done. Her breath quickened, her voice softened, and she couldn't move her legs. I deliberately asked, "Is it comfortable?"

She replied, "Comfortable, but tiring." "And you?"

I answered, "If you're comfortable, then I'm comfortable."

She asked again, "Why aren't you leaking?"

I replied, "That's for you to ask. When you've mastered it, it'll come naturally."

She said, "Hmph! You must be controlling yourself. Let me tell you, no man has ever been able to handle that."

I said, "Really? So confident? Fine! Today I'll show you what a man is like."

Before she could think any further, I had already hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and my penis thrust deep into her, the glans hitting her cervix. I felt good, but she couldn't take it anymore. At first, she tried to hold on, but then she supported her waist with both hands and finally begged for mercy, saying, "It's killing me, my back is about to break."

I wanted to change positions, so I said, "Okay, you come on top."

She thought she could rest on top. But I wasn't going to let her rest, so I continued with wave after wave of thrusting and shaking. She lay on top of me, weakly saying, "What can you do to make me come faster?"

I said, "Anything is fine, just take a long time, at least an hour" (a bit of an exaggeration).

She exclaimed, "Wow! I'm doomed today!"

Seeing that she had surrendered, I had to treat my captive with respect. If I really angered her, it wouldn't be fun. So I quickly teased her, saying, "Don't be afraid, you won't die, you'll just get a few scrapes." I casually pulled her into my arms.

She became much gentler, lying on top of me and holding onto my neck tightly.

I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, saying, "I'll only do it once. Show me your best skills. I'll ejaculate and then you can go to sleep, okay?"

She said coquettishly, "Big brother is the best to me. You're my real big brother." After saying that, she actually kissed me.

I continued, "I heard from the landlady that you're really good at oral sex. I didn't even touch you before you made me come with your mouth."

Hearing me praise her, she was naturally happy, smiling innocently and beautifully, with a pair of dimples etched on her face. However, the beautiful smile vanished in an instant.

She paused and said, "Oral sex costs extra. But if you only do it once for the whole night, there won't be an extra charge, and don't tell the boss."

I said, "Take a break if you're tired, and we'll do it again when you're ready." After saying that, I pulled out my penis, took off the condom, and showed it to her. She gently touched it and said, "Wow, you're amazing, still so hard. My hole is shallow and wet, it's easy to go all the way in. You're pushing so hard, it hurts so much inside."

I said with some tenderness, "Are you feeling better?"

She replied, "It's much better inside now. It hurt so much earlier that I was completely dry, and it hurt inside and out from all the rubbing. My mouth still hurts."

I said, "Let's both rest for a bit, it's still early, we can do it again before bed." I looked at her gently and kindly.

Originally, I only wanted to teach her a lesson, to break down her arrogance, and then have some fun with her, but I went a bit too far, hurting both her body and her self-esteem. I felt a little guilty. Prostitutes are human too. Their survival is already difficult enough; earning money is incredibly hard. They're even considered lower than the so-called "lowest nine classes," forced to use their bodies to please all sorts of men. They've long lost their sense of self and dignity, becoming nothing more than talking, walking shells. If they lose their self-confidence, they might not even have the courage to live.

I despise the frivolity of prostitutes, and I hate their arrogance even more. Whenever I encounter a frivolous prostitute, I'll embarrass her at a crucial moment; if I encounter an arrogant one, I'll subdue her decisively, making her hide from me. The straightforwardness, fortitude, and hatred of evil of Northeasterners were once my proud principles, earning me the title of "man among men" among my friends. But today, Meimei's situation has deeply affected me.

I held her in my arms as we lay on the bed. She nestled in my arms like a cute little kitten, her eyes glazed over, a little lost. I know this time I've hurt her deeply, inflicting irreparable emotional wounds. I wanted to talk to her about the life of a prostitute and her views on men, but I was afraid of reopening her wounds, and I couldn't bring myself to speak. The two lay there quietly, neither willing to break the silent stalemate.

Only the occasional barking of a dog from the neighboring yard helped. I asked her softly, "Will anyone come this late?"

She said, "It's hard to say. Sometimes people come even before dawn."

I said, "Won't there be bad people?"

She replied, "No, there aren't. There are over ninety shops on this street, mostly controlled by Shandong people, and most of them are related. I haven't heard of any trouble since I arrived."

I said, "With your qualifications, you could go to a big city. Why did you come here?"

She looked up at me and said, "Why are you saying that too?" (It seems I wasn't the only one who asked her.) "As long as I can make money, that's fine. I just want to be close to home. I'll think about other things in a few years."

I asked, "Is your family alright?"

She said, "Who would do this if their family was well-off?"

She told me that she has a younger sister and brother, and her father injured his back in a coal mine accident that year and is still paralyzed at home. A few years ago, they managed to get by with the accident compensation and her mother growing and selling vegetables. Later, the coal mine was closed, and the compensation stopped, so her mother couldn't support the family on her own. After graduating from high school, she helped her mother sell vegetables to support the family. Last winter, a restaurant owner who often bought vegetables from her said he was opening a restaurant in Zhengzhou and wanted to take a few waitresses with him. The monthly salary was 1,000 yuan, plus bonuses. He asked if she would go. Her mother, seeing that they were all acquaintances, let her go. She ended up falling into a wolf's den, working two months in a sauna for nothing, earning no money and losing her virginity. She was too ashamed to tell anyone when she got home, having been lured here by a classmate; her family thought she was still in Zhengzhou. With her looks and sauna experience, she quickly became a local celebrity. She came to terms with it; as long as she could make money, she'd do anything. No one can escape what's destined. Now she can save two or three thousand yuan a month, giving some to her family and keeping some for herself, and she's content.

Finally, she said: "Men are all the same; they'll squander a little money. Even if they look decent, they're all incompetent when it comes to getting things done. They all come in full of enthusiasm and leave dejected." (Seeing how enthusiastic she was, I didn't want to interrupt.) There aren't many who can stay inside me for more than ten minutes straight. Some come before they're even fully inside, but if they want to continue, they have to pay again. Some try to prolong the time by moving and stopping, which is easy too; if you don't move, I move, and they can't help but come. Then there are those who've been drinking, their erections fluctuate, and when they're hard, I let them go in, and when they're soft, I use my hand to get them out, and that's it. Other girls don't charge extra for oral sex, but I have to. No extra, no service. If you want to feel good, pay more. If you pay enough, I'll take you for a year.

I quickly interjected: "Can I take you for a year? Come with me tomorrow."

She looked at me in surprise, pressed herself against me, and pouted, saying: "I wasn't talking about you, don't be angry. You're my older brother!"

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I looked up at her and said: "What kind of older brother sleeps naked with his younger sister?"

She knew I was teasing her, so she lifted the blanket, grabbed my soft penis, shook her hair, and swallowed it whole. I knew I was going to receive the best service today. When a woman treats you like a man, there's only desire between you, a transactional or necessitated relationship; but when she treats you like a brother, there's not only desire but also affection, transcending transaction and need, it's a giving and dedication.

She had a small mouth, thick lips, and excellent skills; she got my penis hard in no time. I rubbed her breasts and asked, "Does it still hurt down there?" She ignored me, still diligently sucking and licking. I turned her buttocks and rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips; she giggled, her buttocks swaying back and forth. Her drool dripped onto my leg when she laughed, and just as I was about to wipe it away, she licked it all clean. Perhaps because her mouth was small, her teeth gently rubbed against the grooves, which felt quite stimulating. After about twenty minutes, she took a few big sips and climbed back into my arms, saying, "Why are you different from others? Doesn't it drool?" She laughed herself after saying that. I

hugged her and said, "You're so silly, why didn't you check if it's solid, if it has an opening?"

She laughed so hard she was shaking, hitting my back as she said, "You're so naughty, always laughing while cursing."

I said, "To tell you the truth, nothing works except this (touching her genitals, wow! It's overflowing with water), you can try it if you don't believe me."

She nodded and said, "I believe you. You're touching me so nicely, it doesn't hurt inside anymore, it's just itchy, big brother, I want it, come on."

Before I could think any further, she had already climbed on top of me and skillfully inserted herself. The moment my glans went in, I realized I hadn't put on a condom, and it was too late to pull out. She noticed too, and smiled slyly, saying, "Big brother, don't be angry, I did it without a condom on purpose."

I was stunned. Could it be because I had messed with her earlier, and she was getting revenge? If that were the case, I was doomed.

Seeing that I was still nervous, she whispered in my ear, "Big brother, besides that bastard who deflowered me, you're the only one who's ever done it without a condom with me. I can't say I'm clean, but I can absolutely guarantee I don't have any diseases." She finished speaking and gave me a charming smile. I breathed a sigh of relief, preferring to believe it was true rather than false.

She continued, "So many people want to do it without a condom, but I absolutely refuse, no matter the price. Brother, I can tell you care a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have brought your own condom, a high-end brand one at that. Okay, stop thinking about it, if we don't do it soon, I'll dry up and start feeling pain again. I'll take

the plunge and gamble." I had her lie on her side, and I entered her from behind, partly to avoid going too deep, and partly to stimulate her clitoris. At first, she was laughing, but after a while she complained of discomfort, saying her muscles were twitching and she felt like she needed to pee. I said, "Just hang in there, I'll be done soon." I thrust deeply, hard, and quickly a few times, finally ejaculating. Before I could even savor the pleasure, she broke free from my arm, turned around, and curled up in a ball, crying out, "Big brother, hold me! Hurry, I'm cold, so cold!" I held her tighter, stroking her back. In the chaos, I lost track of where my semen had gone. It took her a while to recover. She looked at me shyly, muttering, "I don't know what happened, I was crazy just now. I was so full of pee that I was freezing, and I just wanted you to hold me tight. Hehe, I can't tell if it felt good or bad, but it's all over now." I said, "Of course it felt good!"

It was late, and I could faintly hear the roar of heavy trucks passing by on the highway. I wasn't sleepy at all. I thought about using my computer to record what had happened over the past two days, but seeing Meimei still fast asleep in my arms, I changed my mind and let her rest. In my eyes, she was still like a big child. Although she had fallen into prostitution and sold herself for money, she was kind-hearted and loving, only she didn't know to whom she should give her love and affection.

In late spring, the weather was suddenly warm and then cold again, and gusts of mountain wind swept by, rustling all around. It was already very late at night, but I was still not sleepy at all. My mind was flashing through the day's experiences, and I was also thinking about tomorrow's itinerary. Given the current situation, heading further south would likely be fraught with danger. Firstly, there would be more checkpoints along the way, and the checks would be much stricter; I might end up being quarantined for days, as my friend suggested, which would be a real loss. Secondly, how many tourist attractions would be open during this critical time? What would I do if I had nothing to do? So I decided to skip Yangzhou and Hangzhou, and instead go via Xuzhou to Hefei. Hefei is still a relatively weak point there, and Xuzhou is right in front of me; I should at least stretch my legs and create a memorable experience. Besides, I have a close friend in Xuzhou who holds an important position; if anything happens, he'll be there to help. Since I'm already there, I can't let the opportunity pass me by.

I woke up to find the sun high in the sky. Whether out of habit or exhaustion, Meimei was still fast asleep. I didn't wake her. I dressed myself, placed the key where she could see it by the bedside, locked the door, and went down the mountain alone. The shop owner had already bought fresh food from Hanzhuang Street. Seeing me, he said, "You can really sleep! You must be exhausted."

I replied, "Not really, it's just that the night is so quiet, I can't sleep soundly, I'm a little scared."

The owner said, "You don't look well. Let me stew some live crucian carp to nourish you; you still have a journey ahead."

I enjoyed a delicious lunch of live crucian carp until I was completely full. When I left, the bill came to 49 yuan for three meals, 50 yuan for Guoguo's meal, and 120 yuan for Meimei's overnight stay, totaling 219 yuan. Of course, I gave her 220 yuan. I originally planned to wait for Meimei to come before leaving, but she didn't return by the time I left. I really missed her petite and soft body. If it weren't for these unusual times, I would have visited her again when I came back.

Continuing south, the situation became much more tense. Police cars patrolled back and forth with flashing lights, closely monitoring the key points leading into Xuzhou from the north. Just past Liguo Town (formerly an iron ore mining area), I was stopped by roadside police. Their attitude was more amiable than I'd ever seen in my driving life. I couldn't see their faces behind their masks, but their small, exposed eyes smiled before they even spoke, already narrowing into slits. First, they asked about my origin and destination from five steps away, then a doctor took my temperature, and finally, I filled out forms. Everyone was very thorough and meticulous, making me feel like a confirmed SARS patient. After everything was finished, just as they said I could leave, I was called back by city management officers on the other side of the road for a repeat check. I didn't care about the time wasted; thankfully, they didn't mention quarantine. Having passed the first hurdle, I figured I could get through the next one too. About twenty kilometers into Xuzhou city, I was subjected to the same checks twice more, and passed smoothly both times.

I'd heard that the most famous sauna in Xuzhou was Taiwan City, a high-end establishment with beautiful women, attentive service, and reasonable prices. Not daring to get out of the car to ask for directions, I used a fairly clear map to search along the street, finally finding it only to discover it was "Closed During SARS." Luckily, there was a sauna nearby called "Hao Da" that was still open. Without much thought, I went for it. I parked under the shade of a tree nearby, checked that no one was around, and headed straight for the entrance. The sauna was quite large, with decent decor, but business was slow; I saw hardly any customers. After the steaming, washing, scrubbing, and massaging, I had just sat down in the second-floor lobby when a group of girls who had been waiting in a separate area swarmed around me, surrounding me, rubbing and pulling at me, their allure dazzling. It seemed impossible not to hire one. Faced with such a favorable market, why not have some fun? Sipping the tea brought by the waiter, I joked with the girls, touching one's breasts, pinching another's buttocks, laughing for a while. Finally, I chose the tallest one (around 1.7 meters), about 24 or 25 years old, with a decent face and a moderate build, from Anhui (I think she was number 40). We went up to the third floor and entered a private room at the back. Under the light, I could see clearly that this woman had a great figure, and while her face looked okay at first glance, it was covered in freckles. Since I'd already chosen her, I couldn't really change her; I could just do it in the dark (and it really was in the dark), as long as she felt good. The Anhui woman was very open; before I even asked, she said: "Oral sex plus a full service is 200 yuan, bath fee waived; three hundred and fifty yuan for a double service, all other fees waived."

I said: "The price is reasonable, but my energy is limited. You have to take things one step at a time. Let's see what you're capable of first."

The woman didn't say much, just took off her clothes and got to work, first with her hands, then with her mouth. After a while, she finally got my rather tired penis hard. The masseuse's technique was good; her hands were soft and her skin delicate, yet firm and gentle, each stroke satisfying. Her oral skills were also decent, a skillful combination of deep and shallow thrusts, suggesting either specialized training or extensive experience. Remarkably, she swallowed her saliva as she blew, a rare sight among masseuses; usually, they just spit it out, which is a bit of a downer. After about ten minutes of blowing, she suggested putting on a condom before mounting. I said, "It's better to blow a little longer. My muscles are tight down there, so it's hard for me to come out easily, and it takes longer. If you do it a little longer on top, it'll save you some trouble down there."

The masseuse was quite obedient, continuing to blow for a while. Perhaps she didn't believe me, or maybe she was getting impatient, because she didn't ask any more questions, put on the condom, and sat on top. There wasn't much vaginal lubrication, so it took a lot of effort to penetrate fully. I lit a cigarette and smiled, saying, "It's up to you down there. Tell me when you're tired, and I'll go back to top."

She started thrusting hard for a while, then slowed down. Seeing I didn't react, she leaned down and kissed me, making incoherent noises and acting very aroused. I knew exactly what was going on. Leaving aside my years of experience in the industry, even with my penis inside her vagina, I could sense her state. It was unrealistic to expect a reaction from someone with only a little lubrication and her vagina not fully open; it was all an act to get me to ejaculate quickly so she could finish. Overall, her vagina felt okay, not too loose. Logically, someone who's been a prostitute for years should only feel wet and warm when penetrated, and probably wouldn't even know where the edges were—looser than a woman who's given birth. To test this Anhui girl's acting skills, I deliberately moved around a bit, hummed a few times, and squeezed her buttocks hard with both hands. She fell for it, sitting up and thrusting wildly again. If the sauna hadn't been so quiet and empty, I would have stopped her. Let her yell all she wanted; the private rooms were empty. At most, she'd wake up the waiters in the aisle, but what did that have to do with me?

Just as I was about to light my second cigarette, she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Brother, aren't you done yet?"

I said, "Done? Not long. Let me smoke a cigarette and get into the mood; it'll probably be faster."

She said, "Don't smoke. You've already made me wet. Why aren't you in a hurry? Why don't you come up here?"

I didn't refuse, got up, and started thrusting like an old man in a cart, penetrating her for seven or eight minutes straight. Only then did her juices finally flow, running down her buttocks onto the bed, soaking the sheets. She was really strong; she kept yelling and screaming without saying she was tired or wanted to stop. I lowered her raised legs, rested briefly, and then made her kneel down so I could fuck her from behind. I alternately massaged her breasts with one hand and her labia minora and clitoris with the other. The continuous assault and stimulation in multiple areas excited her greatly. She said intermittently, "Brother, it feels so good. I love it when someone touches my clitoris when they're having sex with me. I'll reach orgasm if you keep going."

Her movements and cries had evolved from initial perfunctory and theatrical to now being completely involuntary. The undulating and swaying of her body wasn't to stimulate your penis and get you to finish quickly, but rather to find the stimuli your penis could provide for her, achieving satisfaction herself. Experienced men can sense this.

I think that men who visit prostitutes aren't simply seeking physical release (there are such men, but it's the most basic requirement). Some do it to satisfy curiosity, others to seek mental stimulation; it's all driven by a man's desire to conquer. Besides their wives, men want to conquer more women (this is similar to animals), using possession and conquest to gain women's approval and societal acceptance. Therefore, conquest should be both physical and mental, with the mental aspect being more important than the physical. Conquering a woman requires more than just words; it requires physical intimacy. In bed, the body speaks louder than words. In everyday life, female arousal is slow; some women may never be aroused by a man in their entire lives. But for professional sex workers, who have been submissive to men for years, what kind of penis haven't they seen and experienced? Their bodies are numb, and arousal is no longer a concern. Furthermore, their vaginas are overworked, and the channels of sexual desire have become tools for making money. Each man is simply a task they complete, so efficiency is paramount—fast, efficient, and economical. Men pay for sex workers for enjoyment, and this enjoyment isn't just physical satisfaction, but primarily psychological. It includes the entire experience from meeting her to leaving, with the most exciting moments being her cries of submission, her pain, and her orgasms. The momentary pleasure of ejaculation only signifies the completion of a sexual act; it doesn't mean you've conquered the woman beneath you. For men, the satisfaction of conquest is deeper, longer-lasting, and more meaningful than mere sexual desire.

An hour passed, and the young woman from Anhui lay motionless on the bed; I still showed no sign of leaving. I smoked a cigarette, watching her, wondering if she'd been going through a few days of intense sexual activity and was out of stamina. According to my energy management plan before I left, my libido should have decreased, but my reserves shouldn't be depleted. No matter what position I tried, it just didn't feel stimulating enough. To be honest, a woman's abundant vaginal lubrication is both a good and a bad thing. More lubrication facilitates penile movement, but it also reduces stimulation, especially after the vagina is fully stretched open; the vaginal walls lose elasticity, and no amount of thrusting will stimulate the penis.

I shook the girl from Anhui awake, telling her I'd finished my cigarette and my penis was almost soft, asking her what to do. She said, "I can't take it anymore. Why don't you find someone else for a threesome? It's more exciting with three people. It's just a little over a hundred yuan more, right?"

I said, "Money is no problem. If I can't even get it with another one, how can I possibly get it with three?"

She laughed and said, "I've tried my best. Why can't you get it?"

I said, "You have tried your best, but your thing down there isn't. It's so loose you could fit a chimney in it. Do you think I can get it?"

She wasn't angry and just smiled and said, "You say I'm loose, but others say I'm tight."

I said, "Yeah, you weren't loose at first, you only loosened up later. They finished and left when you were tight, of course they'd say you were tight. You should be secretly happy to have met someone like that!"

She shook her head helplessly and said, "I'll call you a new girl who hasn't been working for long. She's nice and gentle, not even twenty yet, and she's tight down there. But don't be as crazy as you were with me, she can't handle it."

I said, "Where is she from? How tall is she? Is she pretty?"

She said, "I heard she's from northern Jiangsu. She speaks a bit stilted, I can't understand her. She's alright-looking. You don't need to see her with the lights off, as long as she's tight."

She's no longer of use to me, but she still has other uses. She can choose not to do it, but she can't leave. This time I'm going to do it with the lights on, and have her sit there watching me do other people.

The girl from northern Jiangsu arrived, and the lights were on. She was pretty, with regular features, a long face, short hair, and a petite build, maybe 1.5 meters tall at most.

The girl from northern Jiangsu came in, a little embarrassed to see me naked. The girl from Anhui quickly pulled her over and said, "This boss has taken a liking to you. He thinks it's not interesting with me, so he wants you to continue. Hurry up and take off your clothes, strike while the iron is hot, don't waste time."

The girl from northern Jiangsu slowly took off her clothes and climbed onto the bed. Seeing that I still had a condom on my penis, she laughed first. She squeezed the gap at the tip of the condom with her hand to make sure she hadn't ejaculated before taking it off and putting my penis in her mouth.

She wasn't very developed; her breasts were a little bigger than the tip of a rice dumpling, but very firm. There were only a few sparse hairs down there, barely covering anything, almost like a bald woman, but she seemed very clean. She hadn't been out for long. Watching my penis grow bigger and bigger in her mouth, almost overflowing, I said, "Come on (calling the girl from Anhui to take off her clothes too), I'll touch you while you do it with her, that will be faster."

Both of them were very obedient and cooperative. The feeling of penetrating the girl from northern Jiangsu was much better than the girl from Anhui; firstly, it was tighter, and secondly, it was shallower, so I didn't have to push hard to reach the bottom.

I almost never do threesomes with girls, afraid that changing condoms is too much trouble and will ruin the mood. Today I made an exception, thankfully it was one after the other, no need to change condoms in between.

The girl under me lay still after I penetrated her, legs spread, letting me thrust in and out, panting heavily without making a sound; the girl next to me twisted and cried out under my finger caresses, pressing my hand hard to make my fingers go in deeper, more exciting than when I used my penis on her. The two were a stark contrast.

In the end, youth and tightness really mattered, a few hard thrusts and she came, whispering that it hurt a little, a tender feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart, although she was young, she had done what she should do, it was better to stop while she was ahead. The girl next to me later also rode on my back, spreading her legs and rubbing my buttocks with her labia and pubic hair, a double attack from above and below, it was really stimulating. I tried to hold on for more than ten minutes, but I couldn't resist the double attack, and quickly surrendered, defeated.

After leaving the private room, I went back to the sauna to relieve the fatigue, then got dressed, paid the bill and continued driving south to Hefei.

Because the map was misleading, marking unfinished highways as completed, I couldn't find the highway entrance to Hefei after leaving Xuzhou. After asking around, I learned the highway was only half-built, and the section near Jiangsu hadn't even started construction. I never imagined a nationally published map could be so deceiving. It was already 5 PM, and my plan to reach Hefei that evening was ruined. I'd better just go with the flow. Following National Highway 205, I passed Sanbao in Jiangsu and entered Anhui. It was almost dark when I reached Fuliji. The roast chicken there is famous, ranking alongside Daokou roast chicken in Henan, Dezhou braised chicken in Shandong, and Goubangzi smoked chicken in Liaoning as one of China's four famous chickens.

Fuliji is famous for its roast chicken, and its smokeless industry is also well-developed. A friend from Xuzhou once said that before Xuzhou was fully open and there were no prostitutes, Fuliji was a well-known red-light district, and people would come there to find prostitutes whenever they had time. The main road was lined with signs for roast chicken, like Wang Lao Er Roast Chicken and Ren Wu Roast Chicken, as well as shops for roast chicken factories of all sizes—all in the chicken business. There were numerous restaurants, and young women could be seen coming and going, greeting and seeing off customers. Since I was unfamiliar with Anhui and only knew about it from hearsay, I didn't dare to act rashly. I circled around several times until it got dark, finally finding a restaurant not far from the main road, near the intersection, that also offered accommodation. As soon as the car stopped, two young women knocked on the window and asked, "Where are you from, boss?"

I replied, "Hefei. What kind of food do you have?"

The women replied, "We have everything. What would you like to

eat?" I said, "Our chicken is famous. I just want to eat chicken."

The women said, "Then get out. We have all kinds of chicken. We'll make sure you eat well, and you can even take some home."

I grabbed one of the women's hands and said, "Then take me home."

The women pulled their hands away and said, "There's plenty inside. I just arrived and invited you to come down and eat. Boss, come down and take a look. If you don't like it, you can leave."

Just a few words were enough to tell the restaurant was up to something. As I followed the waitress inside, the owner chuckled, "You look unfamiliar. Don't

you come here often?" I replied, "I walk this road often, but this is my first time here." (Sometimes you have to lie; newcomers are always taken advantage of.)

The owner asked, "Alright, what would you like today?"

I said, "Half a roasted chicken, some stir-fried chicken giblets, and a bowl of egg

drop soup." I knew the restaurant would have all the chicken dishes, so without even looking at the menu, I pretended to be very knowledgeable and ordered everything in one go. The owner went to prepare the food, while a waitress brought me tea and chatted with me. From her, I learned quite a bit about the local area and the restaurant.

National Highway 205 is a major north-south artery running through Anhui province, with heavy traffic, many people selling chicken, and even more waitresses. The location I visited was a bit out of the way, which made it relatively safer. There are six girls working at this shop, all in the backyard. They generally don't come out. The girls greeting customers at the entrance are all new; their job is to lure customers in, chat with them, and of course, you can touch them, but they don't sleep with customers. I guess they haven't been exposed to the ways of the trade yet. The shop has guest rooms; the cleanliness is acceptable, but the conditions are very basic—just a bed, a small cabinet, and a kettle of hot water, nothing else. A night's stay costs 30 yuan, or 20 yuan for acquaintances. The girls' prices are very low, 50 yuan per time, usually negotiable down to 30 yuan. Some of the older girls are so cheap that nobody believes them; they've reached the point where they'll do anything for money.

The owner cooked, and after all the dishes were served, he came out to chat with me, asking how I liked the food. I said it was strong and salty, and I was thirsty after eating. The owner laughed and said, "Eat your fill, have some tea in the backyard, and you can leave when you're done.

" I asked, "Is there a place to stay if I don't leave?"

The owner said, "There is a place to stay, but the conditions are a bit poor. You people who drive here usually eat and play and then leave; very few people stay here." Those coming from the south all stay in Xuzhou, while those coming from the north all rush to Suzhou. A few days ago, several busloads of people from Beijing, men, women, and children, booked the entire Suzhou Hotel, saying they were escaping SARS. They haven't left yet.

I said, "I've been driving all day from Hefei. There's no highway ahead, so it's hard to drive at night. I'd like to stay

here." The owner said, "Don't worry about it. It's your first time here, so stay here. I promise to take good care of you. Park your car in the backyard, take a shower to relax, and do whatever you want." He winked at me and walked away with a smile.

I parked my car in the least noticeable corner of the backyard, where passersby wouldn't easily see the license plate, and walked around the yard alone. The yard was huge, practically empty, piled with a lot of miscellaneous items. There was a vegetable garden next to the toilet, which smelled terrible. At the very back was a row of guest rooms, some of which still had lights on. The thought of spending the night in such a place made me feel quite disappointed. If it weren't for SARS, things wouldn't be like this. That awful SARS has really made people suffer.

After showering and returning to my room, several women were already sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. Their eagerness was almost overwhelming. I shook my wet hair, looking at these young (around 20 years old), ordinary-looking village girls, and felt a mix of emotions. I didn't know whether to thank the reform and opening up policy or shed a few crocodile tears. Seeing their expectant eyes, I deliberately said, "I've been impotent for years. Whoever can get me up, I'll keep them. How about it?"

They looked at each other, burst into laughter, and surrounded me, stripping me naked. Several hands pulled and tugged at my penis and testicles, chattering and laughing as if they were fiddling with their own bodies, without a shred of shame. Their actions were completely unexpected. Being surrounded and ravaged by a group of village girls was a first for me; I felt both excited and miserable, as if I were about to be fucked. I had thought that after two days of continuous work, my penis wouldn't be able to get erect for a while, but who knew it had never seen anything like this before? After a few strokes, it was erect and ready to go, standing tall and proud. Amid the laughter, someone said, "Hey, big sister, hurry up and take off your clothes, or you'll get soaked."

Hearing that they were going to fuck me, I struggled to get up and said, "Don't rush, let me see who I'm keeping." I looked at them; there were five of them in total. One of them was too young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old. I pointed at her and said, "You're too young, go home." "Two for the first half of the night, two for the second half, everyone gets a share, how about it? But I have to make it clear first, I'll be using a condom, but I won't change the condom if we switch partners. Those who are willing can stay, those who aren't can leave."

The younger one left without a word, and the rest nodded in agreement. I kept one fat and one thin, and the other two went out first.

The two who stayed quickly took off their clothes, locked the door, and climbed into bed, sleeping on either side of each other as if they had planned it. The fat one said she had just turned 19 over the New Year, and her home was in Caocun, Xiaoxian County, about 20 miles from here. She had four sisters, and her family was poor. She said she came out to work as a waitress, but later she also went into business. The thin one wasn't a local; her hometown was in Henan. She had run away here with a man who ran a roast chicken business for three years, but later the man dumped her and found another woman. She was too ashamed to go home, so she stayed and did this kind of work, hoping to save some money before anything else. She looked to be about 22 or 23 years old. Their coordination was excellent; one breastfed me, the other gave me oral sex. Although their technique was poor, they still had the desire. I played with their labia and clitoris with my hands. To have enough rest time, I put on a condom and got in as soon as I felt a little lubrication.

While touching them, my fingers could feel the difference in their vaginas: the thinner one was wet and loose, the fatter one was tight. I thrust into the thinner one's vagina, savoring the sensation of penetration. The thinner one moaned as I penetrated her, while the fatter one grinned foolishly. I pulled her over and inserted my fingers into her as well, and they both moaned.

The thinner one's vagina was indeed very loose; it didn't matter how much my penis moved inside. In the woman-on-top position, her juices flowed from the wide opening, running down my legs. Actually, vaginal tightness depends on age, frequency of use, and physical factors. Thin women generally have looser vaginas than fat women, which is why people prefer fuller-figured women.

When it was the fat one's turn, she was already quite wet and couldn't hold back any longer. I stood on the ground, spread her legs, and thrust in as deep as I could. Her vagina was so tight and wet; it felt completely different. My penis was gripped tightly by her elastic muscles, and with each thrust, air was squeezed out, making a series of "plop" sounds. I was incredibly excited; to be honest, it had been a long time since I'd heard that "plop" sound from there. The prostitutes I saw in the city were all alluring, and those who had been doing it for a long time were practically stuffed inside; even the newest ones were used more often than the respectable ones, and if you could feel the tightness, that was good enough. You couldn't find that village girl feeling in them.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the more fun it felt. I told the thin one to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, and we took turns thrusting in the same position for several rounds. After a while, I got a little tired, so I pressed the fat one down, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust hard a few times. I pulled out, removed the condom, and ejaculated onto her belly.

I was too tired to care about them anymore, and I didn't even bother to lock the door after they left. I pulled back the covers and went straight to sleep. When I woke up, it was already daylight. I wondered why the other two girls hadn't come in the middle of the night. I got up, opened the door, and went out to listen to each room. Some of the rooms that were empty when I went to sleep were occupied. There were also several large trucks parked in the yard, two of which had red paper banners hanging on them. So the trucks transporting anti-SARS supplies were also staying here. The girls must have been busy all night, even forgetting their prior agreement, which suited me perfectly.

The boss was an early riser. When he saw me up, he greeted me and kept saying that several trucks had suddenly come last night, and he couldn't handle them all. He apologized for neglecting me, and promised that next time I came, they would make sure I got good service.

I chuckled to myself. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for the emergency. If all four girls had come last night, wouldn't I be up by now? I thanked the boss for his kindness, paid the bill without having breakfast, and left.

I wandered aimlessly to a bustling section of the market, hoping to buy some authentic Fuli local snacks to take on the road. After looking around for a while, I found several decent stalls still closed. Seeing a breakfast stall selling soy milk and fried dough sticks, I drove over, but before I even stopped, someone waved me away. I smiled and continued walking, eventually finding a quiet spot to park and walking to another breakfast shop. While eating, I chatted with a driver from Hefei and learned that the SARS epidemic in Anhui was showing signs of spreading during the May Day holiday. The province had just issued a document mobilizing the entire population, blocking vehicles from the affected areas everywhere. Coupled with the propaganda on television, the public was on high alert, terrified of anything related to SARS. It seemed my plan to go to Hefei was also off the table. I couldn't stay here long either; being discovered and kicked out or quarantined would be disastrous.

I had no choice but to return to Xuzhou via the same route. The defenses in the south of Xuzhou were practically non-existent. I only saw one checkpoint, complete with tables and chairs but no one in sight; it was easy to enter the city. Passing by the Huaihai Campaign Memorial Tower, I saw a bathhouse called Xinlongtan not far from the south gate. There was also an unfinished construction site nearby, and not many people were around, making it a perfect place to stay. I parked my car in a secluded spot that wouldn't get in the way, and went into the sauna.

The conditions here were decent; the decor wasn't as grand as "Haoda," but it was clean and hygienic, with the smell of disinfectant everywhere. It was too early; the people who had stayed overnight hadn't gotten up yet, and I was the only one in the bath. The sauna had just been turned on, and no matter how much water I poured, it wouldn't steam. It

was almost nine o'clock when the sauna finally started to steam, and the people who had stayed overnight got up to take a second shower and prepare to go home. I lay inside and had a good steaming session, sweating profusely, then went out and scrubbed myself clean before returning to the rest area. A waiter brought me tea and whispered in my ear: "Would you like a massage?"

Without even opening my eyes, I asked: "What's the price?

" He replied: "140 yuan for the full service, bath fee included." I said: "What about a private room?"

He answered: "Private rooms are free."

I said, "That's alright. Do you have any better girls?"

He said, "Ours are all pretty good. We get a lot of customers at night, even during SARS."

I said, "Bring them over

so I can take a look." The waiter brought over two girls who looked like they hadn't woken up yet. I wasn't satisfied with them and told the waiter to bring some better ones. The waiter said, "They all slept too late yesterday and haven't gotten up yet. Why don't you go to a private room and rest? I'll bring you some better ones when they're up."

I wasn't interested in finding girls anymore; I went to a private room to rest. I followed him to the third floor (maybe the second floor). It looked clean, so I went in and lay down. The girl didn't arrive until almost ten o'clock. She seemed nice and had a sweet smile, so I kept her. As soon as the waiter left, I pulled her onto the bed, still dressed, and hugged her, asking, "Why did you get up earlier than everyone else?"

She said, "I didn't come to work yesterday. My boss called me this morning, so I came." "Brother, you're not from Xuzhou, are you?"

I said, "I'm from Beijing. Are you scared?"

Hearing this, she immediately struggled to get away, but I hugged her even tighter. I laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, I was just teasing you."

She calmed down a bit, glanced at me sideways, and said, "I heard SARS was really bad in Beijing. Most of the patients nationwide were infected by people from Beijing. I don't want to earn your money, and I don't want to get this awful disease."

I patted her bottom and said, "Don't worry, I'm from Northeast China, and I work in Nanjing. I came to Xuzhou to visit friends for the holiday, and I'm going back tomorrow. My friend has something to do today, so I'm out having some fun by myself. Spend a little more time with me, how about we have some fun?"

She was much quieter, as if she'd been frightened, burying herself in my arms, too afraid to look up, her hands tightly gripping my back. Although I'd slept well the night before, I hadn't recovered from the fatigue of my continuous travels, and I didn't want to do it right away. Besides, my penis was sore from all the rubbing; it would be a marathon, a pain for both of us. It was better to build rapport first, and have some fun when we were both well-rested. Perhaps because there were no customers in the morning, she wasn't in a hurry, letting me hold her and chat. As we talked, the conversation naturally drifted to the local customs and culture of Xuzhou and SARS.

She said there was only one case of SARS in Xuzhou, a woman in her thirties, from Xuzhou, working as a kindergarten teacher in Beijing. She'd returned home to visit relatives at the end of April and fell ill in Xuzhou, causing unrest throughout the city. She also said that people in Xuzhou cursed her, saying she'd "go home to get a dick."

Later I learned that "go home to get a dick" was the most vicious insult in Xuzhou. It means that when someone dies in the family and others come to offer condolences, the bereaved family, after the funeral, is required to reciprocate by visiting those who came to offer condolences and kowtowing to them in gratitude. In Xuzhou, this reciprocal visit and kowtowing is called "xie diao" (whether this is correct is left to Xuzhou enthusiasts to correct).

Her voice was like Meimei's from Bajie—unhurried, sweet, and gentle, with a pleasant tone and rhythm. Holding her, I couldn't help but think of Meimei, and the girl I had once hurt. I held her tightly, letting her feel my heartbeat, my care, and my remorse for Meimei.

Whether it was true or not, she told me a lot in the following time, about her first love, her first time, and her past boyfriends, etc. We chatted while embracing and touching each other, and it almost didn't feel like we were in a sauna looking for a prostitute. As her story deepened, she also talked about her experiences as a prostitute and the various kinds of men she had served. I slowly started to feel something, so I took off her clothes (something I'd never done before), looked at her with admiration (rarely, unless it's something that moves me), caressed her whole body, and then kissed her entire body.

She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, considered pretty for her age. She didn't seem particularly special to me, just well-proportioned and slightly plump.

Under my caresses, her genitals became wet, the fluid clinging to my fingers and stretching out long. She also took off her clothes and turned her lower body towards me, bowing her head to give me oral sex. I would never use my mouth to service her, so I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and stirred my index finger inside her vagina. My penis felt incredibly good under her sucking, and a warm current surged in my lower abdomen. She took out a condom and looked at me seriously, then said, almost to herself, "For our own good, let's put it on."

I nodded in agreement and casually asked her, "What position do you like?" She smiled and said, "I don't know, as long as it's comfortable."

I said, "I'm warning you, don't get annoyed if it goes on for too long."

She said, "No, we prostitutes know we have to provide quality service. I'm happy to stay with you a little longer." She then hugged me and smiled shyly.

I held her buttocks, aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, and had her sit on top of me. She moved gently, as if savoring the pleasure my penis brought her, or perhaps unwilling to disrupt the intimate atmosphere in the private room.

Seeing her aroused, I became more energetic, lifted my hips, and thrust harder. She moaned softly, laughed, and occasionally leaned down to kiss me. I thrust harder and harder, and her moans grew more urgent. I rolled over, knelt on the bed, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and did a doggy style. She seemed to sense something and whispered, "Are you done? You said you'd last a long time." Even

at this point, she still had the mind to tease me, so of course I had to use my best skills to meet her challenge. In my experience, dealing with a prostitute is easy, dealing with one who's aroused is much harder, and dealing with a respectable woman is the most difficult. A prostitute is in it for the money; once paid, she won't care about the erection, she'll ejaculate and be done with it. A woman aroused, besides wanting money, will also secretly enjoy the pleasure a penis brings. A respectable woman is in it for the pleasure, not for the money, so she'll demand a lot from a penis, and if she can't satisfy you the first

time, she won't come back. I held her legs tightly, thrusting my lower body forward, my face full of confidence. I wanted her to know that I wasn't like other men, that

I couldn't be finished in a few strokes. I persisted in one position, not giving her a chance to breathe, until she was too exhausted to even cry out. I kept going, laughing and asking her, "How was that? Long enough?" She said, "You're amazing, I've never seen a man who can fuck me continuously for so long."

Her words were like a bullet to my heart; I still think about them to this day. I hope she was telling the truth, but those words also make me feel sorry for my fellow men. If these words came from a respectable woman, I wouldn't have cared, but they came from a prostitute. In the past, I would have retaliated fiercely to save face for men, but after what happened with Meimei, I'm much calmer now.

The prolonged activity had loosened her vagina, reducing friction; even if I wanted to ejaculate quickly, the stimulation was insufficient. To avoid hurting her, I lowered her legs and brought them together, making her squeeze them tightly, which greatly increased the stimulation. I thrust wildly again, finally finishing my task while drenched in sweat. After resting on her for a while, I pulled out my penis and was stunned. The condom had somehow pierced through, slipping down to the base of my penis. She laughed, humorously saying, "It's fate, we're destined to meet!" I invited her to lunch

, but she declined. I asked for her phone number, but she smiled without answering. I asked what her number was, and she shook her head again. Finally, she said, "We only met once; there won't be a next time." But you made me feel very comfortable today. Just remember I'm from Xuzhou.

Yes. I made it to Xuzhou both ways on my long journey, and even met two girls from Xuzhou, both of whom left a deep impression on me. I think I'll definitely go back to Xuzhou again if I have the chance.

The road back to Beijing was so long. After losing the desire to continue traveling, going home became my only goal.
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