Volume 2

I have always had a soft spot for the cute, shy western guys who felt awkward being where he was not supposed to be. Oftentimes they would have never ventured by themselves to such venues as the place where I worked. They were almost always brought along, tagged along, sometime even kind of involuntarily, by the local men who wanted to flaunt, as they called it, the local hospitality of their proud country.

I remember fondly this really cute 20 year old American guy with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was an intern working for an auto company and his Singaporean boss brought him to our place to show him where they entertained business clients.

As soon as the young, tall, American man walked in, a lot of the working girls were looking at him with love in their eyes. “Laowai just look so civilized.” “Why is every laowai look so handsome?” “I wish I could fall in love with him?” We were chatting among ourselves and giggling like we were a bunch of school girls.

I too was swooned and I really wanted to be close to him, not just physically, but emotionally. Several girls were eyeing him and thronging around him and when I had the opportunity I coddled up to him and I used all the techniques in the book to seduce him, using my most saccharine voice when speaking to him, looking up at him with worship in my eyes, letting my breasts brush against his arms, chest, shoulder, squeezing his hand, etc.

Eventually I asked him if he would like to take me to the private lounge, and he politely told me that he was just here to accompany his boss and had no intention to engage in immoral debauchery. The place I worked was officially a KTV but they had private lounges where we had sex with customers. There were three groups of prostitutes provided at the venue I worked. Higher class prostitutes, of which I was a member of, usually only provided conversation with customers. We all had exquisite command of the English language. A few of us were educated in the west, such as US, UK, and Australia. We were almost exclusively reserved for western customers, wealthy customers who were foreigners, and English speakers, and in order to take one of us back to the VIP lounge, money was not all that mattered. We reserve the right to refuse any customer. Then there were the Japanese prostitutes. Those were prostitutes who were fluent in Japanese and provided service exclusively to Japanese customers. Many of them are Korean. Some are Chinese from North East China (formerly known as Manchuria) and Taiwan. And then there were the mainland Chinese prostitutes. The mainland Chinese prostitutes were the lowest and cheapest prostitutes who could not speak English well and primarily only served Chinese customers.

Anyway, so I was so touched by his innocence and I insisted, whispering to him in his ear, with my lip almost touching his ear lobe, that he can think of me as his girlfriend.

He told me he had no money and I told him that he didn’t have to pay, because I was his girlfriend. He was in disbelief and asked me if I was for real and I looked at him in the eyes, with uttermost sincerity and told him “yes, I let you fuck me for free. A real girlfriend doesn’t ask for money from her boyfriend.”

As soon as we were in the VIP lounge, I took off my clothes, then I knelt down and took off his shoes.

I looked up at him and stripped off his pants and underwear, revealing to me the beautiful sight of his big white cock. I touched the tip of it with my nose and then I kissed it with my lips and it instantly sprung to life, erect, hard, proud, and oozing youthful energy. He took off his T shirt, revealing his manly torso. I looked at him with lust.

We stepped into the shower together. I massaged his whole body with soap, washing him like a baby, paying close attention to his hard cock. It looked so delicious and I was so hungry. After I cleaned him, I dropped to my knees again and started sucking on it. I wanted to worship his cock. I was a cheap Chinese whore, and he was a white god. Those thoughts flashed through my mind. “A handsome white man with such a nice cock that was big and shapely doesn’t come by so often.” I reminded myself. “I have to make the most of this opportunity.”

I did the usual service as I do with all other customers but when it came to sex, he asked me if he could fuck me without a condom. I gasped and I hesitated a moment, and before I had a chance to say anything he said, “if it makes you feel uncomfortable, then don’t do it.”

I said to myself, fuck it, why not. Girlfriends don’t ask their boyfriends to put on condoms. I told him and demurred to his request. I had amazing orgasm as he fucked me and I had never felt so satisfied as when I felt his cum overfilled and leaked out of my pussy and down my thighs. And I didn’t want his cum to leave my body! I used a tampon to stop its flow and tried my best to keep them inside my vagina for as long as possible.

As I promised he didn’t have to pay a dime and I actually had to pay the front desk out of my own pocket, so instead of making money I was paying the guy to fuck me.

But it was all worth it. Despite of the innumerable men I fucked, I was still lonely and it was so hard to find a guy that you could have romantic feelings for. I don’t regret what I did.

As I walked out of the VIP lounge, initially I planned to accompany him back to his boss, but instead, I was called to accompany a wealthy businessman from Saudi Arabia. The man was old, hairy, smelly, and disgusting, but he was willing to pay hefty fees for my company and so I acquiesced. I was taken to the VIP lounge again but I explained to him that I was having my period so my vagina was not available. He asked me if my asshole was available. I told him the price has to triple, and he said money was no issue, and so I let him. I didn’t want another man’s cock inside my pussy that night. I wanted to keep the young, virile, American man’s cum inside me. The Saudi Arabian man’s cock was enormous, and as he fucked my ass, I was moaning and groaning with pain, but I was happy knowing that at least I was bred by a man I loved just moments before and I wasn’t giving my pussy away to another man, not for tonight at least. As he was fucking me, he was telling that he has 19 wives, and 6 of them was brought from Singapore. They were all Chinese like me and they served him everyday as his sex slaves, and he asked me if I wanted to become his 20 th wife. Immediately after he fucked my ass, he pulled out and stuck his cock inside my mouth. I tasted my own ass and latex condom and he ripped off the condom and proceeded to cum inside my mouth. I almost gagged from the bitter, nasty taste but managed to swallow as much as I could. I felt disgusted and as I tasted the nastiness in my mouth, I remembered the youthful American man whom I’ve just fucked an hour before.

I was coming out of the VIP lounge, and I saw him again, the guy who bred me, and I was scared. I felt so dirty, so worthless, so inferior. I saw him leaving with his boss and several Chinese girls. I was self conscious that my mouth must be raked of cum and latex condom. I did not approach him. I merely stared at him and tried to hide the love that I was fain to tell.

We never saw each other again after that. He went back to the American headquarter after the summer. I had given him my number when I was in the VIP lounge with him and he did text me and told me that he was going back to America and he thanked me for the free service I provided. I didn’t reply back. That was the last time I heard from him.

Sometimes I wonder what if I was impregnated by him that night? Just so I could have a memento of the momentary love that was between me and him. Sometimes I wish I could find him, and tell him how much I would love to be his real girlfriend, even if he already has another girlfriend, I would be content just to be his “side fuck”, and I would do all the things that his vanilla girlfriend would not do.

Two months later I went back to China and left the place I worked as well. Sometimes I try go to American social media (most of American social media are banned in China and VPNs are not always secure), post pictures of myself, and tell stories about the love affairs that happened between us, in the hope that one day he sees me and reach out to me. Sometimes I wish we could find each other again.